Wither
by Earth Crisis· from Breed the Killers
Near lifeless skin stretched over a prone skeleton. An image branded for
all time within my memory. Pursuit began seeking pleasure delivered with a
price, though an illusion of instant bliss enticed. Toyed with what
immediately only overpowered. Chased the dragon thinking that it would not
turn to devour. Steel driven into skin. Contamination forced in. Jaws of
death close together. The haze that surges must not win. Wither. Body given
to the vortex, awake in a synthetic dream. Time and meaning fades, life
drains far faster than it seems. Drawn to the brink by thoughts of
invincibility to give into what beckons constantly. Pulled back across the
threshold. Loved by the ones who helped bring salvation. The future is in
the hands of a once self-made victim. Steel driven into skin. Contamination
forced in. Jaws of death close together. The haze that surges must not win.
Wither.