A sadistic end
Sometimes the hardest thing in the world to do is breathe, to inhale knowing its prolonging the pain. Yearning for that release, I need a new lease on life. Start over somewhere far from here in my crumbling empire of Roman desire. The enemy is at the gates, forcing my defenses into the dirt as they rush in. Trampling the feeble and fragile underfoot. I hear them pounding the chamber door, my time is almost at an end, soon I will be dead. They will raise my head with a fistful of hair, while my glossy eyes forever stare.