My identity is no longer
Now imprinted onto my skin
Is my new name
It has no worth, only numbers
My heart could barely beat, with my icy feet stained with blood
As my footsteps march through the snow
Wondering if my family is dead or alive
Wondering if i’m really dead or alive                                    But fear of waking up every time in front of death
But what is sleep, in front of death
Perhaps death is better, perhaps the two are the same
We do not know yet; but we'll know, by the end of the day
The chambers are yet some moments away
The room of carnage, smells of scorching flesh
The vast  killing machine
Converting living souls, into gas and ash.
The mass graves steaming with vapor of blood
Dead bodies piled high as the mountains
I can hear shrieks of agony
It scarred my mind and body for life
Nothing left but a tormented shell
After suffering through evil intent
Never to be the same again
With horrific memories intact
Nightmares recurring
Forever enduring
The memory of them all, ‘let it never to be forgotten’’
For eleven million innocents paid the ultimate price
I don’t want to remember, but how can I forget
I was there, at the Holocaust