I gave in to trembles —

First my hands, then my whole body —

Flicking a rain of blood upon the stone street.

Sliding between the links of my chain armor,

Finding its home among my ribs and lungs,

A blade screaming pain entombed itself within me,

Its narrow hilt jutting out of my chest.

I sunk upon my knees,

All feeling draining out of the extremities

And into the puddle in which I collapsed,

Dying.

Who I was before this moment was just as irrelevant

As who I may have become.

The dreams I held from my time as a child

Were alloyed into the wicked accursed metal.

My heavy breathing slowed to a silent pant

And ceased altogether.

I thought about my grandmother for a moment

Before I thought no longer.