Impenetrate

The days have finally mounted against me.
The armor shows weakness and it bleeds.
Sadness not hubris is the ugliest of the ego.
All the me's and I's should be destroyed but the mind wouldn't dare let such a thing happen.
The mind has no time for progress but won't pass up seeding pain soaked soil.
Sprinkling memories like tiny knives downward spinning for the heart.
Every surface becomes an enemy and familiarity is the blade at your throat forcing you to watch.
The behemoth took the slings and arrows better than most but fell faster than the smirk glowered on his face.
Tiny punctures slowly bled the beast.
The surprised look never had a chance to surface as the implosion took place behind stonewall defenses unused.
The smiles of the relentless onlookers burned away the shuttering flesh as the running blood satisfied the unappreciated ground.
If at this point you're confused or unimpressed. It's ok, this isn't for you.
These are the words carved on my bones.
Unfreed they'll drag me to my grave.