Skeletons linger in the dusty night
Noxious fumes seeping into gaunt, pale skin
Wounds heavily inflicted tearing at the soul
Pleading screams dying into the long, black void of night.

Carefree days long gone
Sharp black boots digging into your body and soul
Numbers engraved upon your skin
Don't cry out if you want to live.

No one left to care
You're left for dead.
Only filthy corpses blanket your tired body in bed.
Perhaps this hellish existence is worse than death.

Splashes of frigid water rape your dying skin
Rotted scraps of food grace your trembling, pale lips.
You fall upon the dirt, all breath gone
And pray for a quick, peaceful death.