I stand before the walls of a glorified failure as it tumbles beneath itself. The nature of a grave danger, labored with a dire wager. Plunges and crumple, into a pile of rubble and to continue forth into a hidden tunnel.
Dirt stain fingers and my inner winner; The only tools left to dig a way out of our rapidly crumbling puzzle.
You delivered me my unfathomable killer- A ineradicable form of justice. My sacramental, misjudgment of a thrill gone astray. Leaving me feeding the birds which prey on saints most days.
I stand before the wall as a simple thrall. Dirt and grime painting my nails. I stand in my hellish pit readying to climb. Ready to rise from the plague surrounding me. To fill my lunges with air, not lingering with death.