remnants.

Monotony    
decries it's
vicegrip    
   
Lifting the fog    
of usual    
   
unleashing
unburdening   
       
Numbness    
[eventually]    
wears off    
--a portend  
to calamities ahead  
   
darkness    
pain    
emptiness    
   
Command the helm    
   
Tearing of flesh    
exposes cracked bone    

silverskin-like sinew  
showcases  
tough and wiry    
hardened intent    
   
Like hurt    
when it wholly infiltrates    
fucking it all up    

injuries 
devastatingly deep,
remain    
   
A mind    
rots into decay    
wasting away    
to    
dry    
up    
   
-a sandstorm of dust-  
   
   
blows    
what's left...    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
as reminder.