Where intelligence ends
And stupidity begins.
Where self-pity lives
And self-confidence no longer survives.
Where unmarked skin is no more
And the blood runs without end.
Where you can no longer taste
And all that is heard is screams
And screams
And screams
Where there is constant stench of 
Rotting flesh and dying men.
Where all you can see
Is what you most fear.
And where all you feel
Is the continual tearing of
Your flesh, the feeling always
As terrible as the first.
Where the trees and the bushes,
And the ocean and wind,
And the animals and the beauty is gone.
All gone.
Where all the flowers wilt
But one
Single
Lily 
Strives.