Rockets in the distance,
The heat seems not survivable,
With coldness and dark attacking,
Perhaps the ice made that torture likable.
Crawling through utter discombobulation,
Clutching earth, yielding to the sky;
Disregarding flesh and blood,
As the bones begin to calcify.
A thought, a memory to "whens and wherefores",
The air starts to seep in to a carcinogen;
And fleeting memories of love and honor,
Evaporate the mortal being, as the ultimate discipline.
