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..