Ostensibly Inpregnable

Abundance!

Satisfied with life.

Grown integrity flourished.

Dreaming as the days go by.

Fading as the voices cry.

Impregnable conscience.

Memories I recall today, the time to come clears them away.

The striving goes on.

I remain untouched, parted from all constraint.

Still it haunts me phantom-wise.

Echoes fade and memories die by the hand that grasped away a once presupposed life.

Breakdown.

Dreams burn in the void.

From man, to machine, to victim.

Parted by force.

Dark clouds cast over the frontline .

Blood taints the sand .

Fragments & chaotic views roam through the trenches.

Is this reality?

Ear-clenching noise above .

Recollections make way for the encompassing fall of darkness..