"Man this sucks!" I was able to muster through my mind,
When breathing becomes like fire, and moving alone,
An unnatural crime.
Is when I knew I did my best.
When everything is more than just tired and my heart pleads,
A fair moan.
Is where I beat the rest.
The soft thunder of my steps pounding the fake floor,
And that of and invisible army, behind me.
Is all that really matters to me anymore.
"300 left...Never a bad time to go" Is my next thought to break in,
My thunder becomes a Godly storm,
And the Lightning behind me grows faster, telling me what I had in store for.
200 left
I close my eyes, and remember the times, of when I was deprived...
And ignoring my bodies suicide threats... I begin to die.
100 left
With eyes bolted open my mind takes over.
And what seemed so long, not long before,
Becomes the end of all things, and the beginning for nothing.