I opened my eyes, but all I could see was black from each corner.

This should be a nightmare , but that wouldn't be accurate, could a person taste copper, or smell rotten corpses while having a nightmare? I instinctively bolt up to rub my eyes, I could confirm I wasn't sleeping. The sudden sharp pain from my abdomen felt every bit real, so my hopes of being dead had just as quickly left my mind.

Slowly remembering where I was instead brought in the hopelessness I wished was forgotten, I think to myself that this surely isn't that far from hell.

This was a cemetery for you, after all, this was where soldiers, pilots, and machines were sent to die, and for those that try and survive to learn that it wasn't up to them.

Sadly, 'being dead' could not be said about their dreams, hopes, or self, I don't know if I am going insane, but I can hear you all- when it all goes silent, when the world tries to calm itself, your voices can be heard, calling to stand back again.

Your cries of despair for a second chance are buried along side your corpse, you are chained to a body that isn't alive, and no one knows to come help you, they don't know you are still in there, but I do, and I am also buried with you.

Both humans and machines, I am stuck in here with them.

It doesn't matter how I got here.

I simply am.

I can't see anything from the dark night sky, the moon is covered by all the pollution, it seems I had woken up just to remember the miserable pain and place I was in, but before I knew it, my eyes were closing, the screams from your trapped corpses are fading away, hopefully, my eyes stay closed-

to keep your cries away.