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..