No more living, only waiting - in patient waiting, suffering. A body incapable of supporting life paired with fire-will to live: ultimate strife. Ancient roots clotted with gloom, malnourished leaves wither in thirst. Frigid winds constrict the branches concluding this lonesome tomb. How does it feel when you stare into my eyes? An organic reflection of your angst. How does it feel to know I'm watching you die? No more living, only existing. It will all be over soon. Breathe.