In the encroaching madness
Locomotive breath
Falling down in the darkness
Clutching himself ‘round the chest,
Feels impending death
Sweeping him off with the rest
He crawls off on bloody knees,
A train derails his mind,
He can’t make his final pleas
His tongue swells fat in his head
Words he’ll never find
If he’s run down to be dead
So he pulls himself upright,
Watches fleeing death,
He survived another fight.