Internal Fight

I am mentally exhausted and my will to fight diminished to a mere mist. I have fallen to the ground, with my body in shock and the characteristic vital sings of the rocks that I laid amongst "stone dead". I am so close to death that his robe shadows me and I can virtually taste the blood from his scythe.

As the sands of time begin to punish my flesh against the burning dessert floor, I am completely unaware of how much of it has blown by me
I begin to awake from a state of total body numbness. I started to feel pain again as the blood began to rush through my veins and continue to exit through my wounds. What is left of my clothes is now soaked in blood. The remainder left on the ground it is now just a burgundy crust.

In the same location where I collapsed or were dropped off (but from the looks of things, I was more like dumped) however, it is that I got to this corner of the earth that god has forgotten is where I sprung up screaming in terror.
I was in a state of shock and unable to move, gasping for all the oxygen that my dieing body could absorb. I begun to intake more than my body demanded and my consciousness suffered from the ancillary air and the warmth of this long gone ocean turned sand begins to fade in to blackness.

On a bent knee and with clinched fist filled with anger along eight bloody knuckles and a broken thumb. All these symptoms and a simple diagnosis as a result, striking the concrete in a violent manner. I sadistically swung at the wind as if she was the one responsible for the mess I have made. There is no one to blame but myself; there is no victory in this fight just defeat.

A strange and long forgotten anger became me , it came to me as breath of mourning air while I was drowning in my own acid like sorrow, in a state of overawe as to why I survived and no one else did. I feel guilty for my survival and responsible to retaliate, the problem is that for one I don't know where I am or who I am, where I came from and why I am the only one alive from this pile of what I believe is the remains of a group of very unlucky and very dead unknowns.

To be continuing...