Buried In Red:

The blood stained sky,
Growing with each passing moment,
I lay there, watching the gore,
The decay making their dents,

A lifeless sky urning for more,
As I lay still, motionless,
Unable to move past the red,
My eyes carrying me to my rest,

As the trees came alive,
Their bodies shadowed by the red,
I find my breath still among the living,
And my fears finally had shed,

I pick up my once dead body,
Trench through the deep dark red sea,
Waging on, fighting the crashing waves,
But at last, you're standing next to me.