With everything that I have become, I hold my breath pleading that it was not all in vein. For my freedom is seconds from being stripped away. I've walked this old scraggly road before. The blistering sun scorches my feet to guarantee I will earn my way down this path. Yearning, the answer I seek is not from above but from within. Ascending into oblivion - My mind, my body elevating into the beyond. What have I become....
Ripping layers of my flesh, morphing into the unfamiliar, unpractical.
Cold and bitter. The sun sets over me: influenced by the darkness that follows.
The stench of sulfur flares my nostrils. Yearning, the answer I seek is not from above.
But from within: Ascending into oblivion my mind. My body elevating into the beyond
