No glory.. My failure cemented. My usefulness has ended. All I had already given. They took all that I gave. Betrayed by the hands that built my legacy as they conspire to dig my own grave.. Coated be my lungs in the dust of ages. High on the past, the moments start to crawl. Crushed into incoherence. Crumbling beneath the weight. Anticipating slow painful descent into abhorrent fate.. Riding the death spiral. Doom is inevitable. Degradation of tissues that plagues all living vessels. Bound within time's law. Hopes to be invincible. With expirations looming that drag us all back to the soil.. Break me down to my most basic components. Cleansed by fire into the finest ash. With sweat and blood be I reshaped in mud, to rise again in bodies much diviner.. Death is just a consequence for being inadequate. Scared weak and unequipped to face the horrors of existence.. This place has boiled in my blood for as long as I remember. Evaporated into nothing never to return. Blinded by the soot that cakes my eyes. Cognizance dissolves as do my prison's borders. Shall I vanish so shall this dimension. Dragged into the vacuum left in my wake. Corporeal gaiden. A footnote to time. Pure chance. No reason. No glory..