Field of Screams

Field Of Screams

by

E C Wesch

A cancerous feeling of fleeting agenda,
Is camouflaged by beauteous dreams.
Upon closer look at thoughts and images
Terror lurks in the field of screams.
Fleeing is forbidden once you enter,
Through the gauntlet you must drive.
To escape unscathed is an option,
But to win the game, you must...survive.

Across the field you must travel,
To reach safety on the other side.
Your only weapon's your cunning,
To help you stay alive stay alive.

In darkness shadows surround you,
But are they really there?
Or are they just an illusion,
Imagined, by dreamers meant to scare?
Turn your head, look behind you,
Watch for shadows you can't see.
If above the ground they do find you,
Bound in this place...forever, you'll be.

Across the field you must travel
To safety on the other side.
Your only weapon's your cunning,
To help you stay alive.

Now naked, as your mother bore you,
Can you feel it brush your skin?
Standing hairs and pimpled roughness,
Sensitive to the evil within.
Each gasp for breath brings you closer,
As you pass through a bloodied stream.
While vines reach out to hold you,
While choking, you try...to scream.

Across the field you must travel,
To safety on the other side.
Your only weapon's your cunning
To help you stay alive.

Deeper into a nightmarish hell,
The bog will try, and suck you down.
Side step then to the nearest shadow
Where your feet touch solid ground.
Beware, the boogie-man lurks in darkness,
Waiting patiently for you to pass.
Run quickly, your life's in danger,
Stay away from the swaying grass.

Across the field you must travel
To safety on the other side.
Your only weapon's your cunning
To help you stay alive.

Bloodied blisters adorn your feet
Where vermin nibbled at heels, and toes.
Stinging nettles burn your skin,
As you push on where hatred grows.
The hunter's now the hunted,
As you pass by the angry dead.
Antlers that once adorned your walls,
Are now mounted...on your head.

Across the field you must travel
To safety on the other side.
Your only weapon's your cunning,
To help you stay alive.

Deeper into darkened fissures,
Talons strike as pointed beaks bite.
While ripping out, eyes and innards,
You struggle valiantly, put up a fight.
Gathering 'round you, eyes a glowing,
Vultures waiting for their turn,
To devour what is left behind,
That wolves, and maggots both did spurn.

Across the field you did travel,
Toward safety on the other side.
Your only weapon was your cunning,
'Twas not enough, to keep you alive.