Death, death, death, death… Blood loss! How can I conceive of desperate measures when my waking hours are of such desperate time? Acquiesce to ritual walk the plank unbound- Enduring a protracted mercy killing- Jarred from my dreams now dried up streams; ditches of caked dirt-leading to a graveyard- My feet erode this path forward motion is as water through gills keeping me alive in an isolated tank- I'd rather drown.