Stifling Excruciation کے بول

Roaming desolate fields Companionship abandoned They have me in their sights The hardest part is the wait Hope is lost, survival gone A stifled virulent agony takes its place Artillery strikes, sarin is near I savor all remaining oxygen Holding onto memories past I yearn for those painless days Gaseous mass slithers closer Penetrating the skin like daggers Tormented, I writhe in suffocation As the sarin strangles my innards