"An Accumulation of Times End"

I've fallen face forward into a puddle of emotion.

Though now coming out of this, I have become numb.

These walls are my enemies, nothing but warriors of confinement.

Blindfolded and deaf, I cross through the threshold.

As the winter air blows across my skin, the goosebumps rise.

The eerie silence of a snow encrusted earth, I tredge through.

I can begin to feel my skin cracking under the conditions, but no more
will I care.

These days have become numerous, I am doubtful I even have skin on my
bones.

Abrased and beaten, I'll take my grave upon this drift, and slowly wait
for death to approach. I have nothing else to look forward to.

It wasn't long ago, I ran in fields of green, the warm sun on my face.

Now, it is gone.

These fields have been burnt, the tradgedy of a war I never knew.

Though it was I, who was the opposing force.

I raise the white flag, which is no longer white.

I've buried so many people, all cross this world.

Now I come to bury myself, into the earth I have so violated.

7 feet below, for good measure.

I'll be the first to admit, I was wrong.

Though I'll be the last to admit, I regret this.

You will never have, what you once had.

This has been nothing but a massacre.

How am I to pick up the pieces, scattered over so many years.

Time was the culprit here.

No matter how many clocks I destroy, it still seems to follow me.

Good Night Terror.

You're a destroyer, in every regard.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Letum, in the year 535 AD.