Capillary Action
Thousand-Yard Stare
There was no time to prepareFor the slow motion shellshockJust our luckThe unsalted exitOur only response could beA flood of survival chemicalsSystem shut downUpon impactHard steel foldedThe trio wrecked in tundraWatching panic seize each other's facesThe scene was too much to takeAdrenaline nauseaFreezing water drowning our equipmentThere was no feelingOur lives were sparedThe odds were stackedWe were muted colors with thousand-yard stares
From Letras Mania