Cracks form, just one by one.
Clouds shape into one large storm.

Fragments split, just one by one.
One misstep, and now you slip.

Pillars fall, just one by one.
On your knees, you start to crawl.

Cracks close, just one by one.
Now at last, your instincts froze.

With no heat,
With no light.
With no return,
With no backup.
With no base,
With no leverage.

Ruins will be found.
But your identity will be none.