Noxious sensation

Marching out across the plain,
A land that bears knows no name
Conquering all in my way.
Traversing space and time,
When parallels collide,
The crossroad of what has been, and what will be…

Suddenly I smell deceased,
Gripped with pain I cease,
My path has led me to this place.
I see myself lie deep,
This place below my feet,
Another self lie in defeat…

But oh, what providence,
Has brought me to this place,
My mortality I must face.

Fear, dread, take over me.
The smell of rotting flesh, sends pains through my soul…
Here, now, in front of me, The greatest feat of life,
to face one’s own death.

This passing malaise, a stench as thick as haze,
This great miasmal pain, delivers unto me…
Noxious Sensation