[Yellow Fog]

[Yellow Fog]
Inside this yellow fog,
The folds of my shirt protects me,
I gasp for air,
And open my mouth,
Only for sand to go through me.

My soul,
A thousand hands,
I am engulfed with limited air.
A taste of my grave as I stand,
The weight of my body I bare.

I fight the rush of blood,
My lungs will explode,
I hit my chest repeatedly —
A hurricane of sand,
Yellow fog of war.

My veins,
Behind my eyes,
Are bloating slowly.
My blood is red,
The only color I see.

Oh heavy sand,
Oh heavy sand…

Take me, Take me.

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