Walking with living feet,

I entered through the barbed wire gates,

Emotions had been beat--

Crushed into a tiny, gray cement room.

I was traveling with 5,000,

But those numbers were people,

Tears welled and…

I saw dreams inside each.

Suddenly I was lost in silence,

It was too dark to see,

Beyond the realm of tears,

In an ashen gray sea.

With frightened eyes, 

I saw tomorrow,

Where the dead extend forever,

In endless row.

Tears streaked my face finally,

And left blue stains on the walls,

In the motionless silence,

Of barrack halls.

Corpses burned everywhere,

Ash was trying escape,

Every bit a nightmare,

Silence-- a new horror.

Finally I understood,

Gray is the color of hell,

My tears froze in my eyes,

Leaving me an empty shell.