Chewing on fat.....

My neck is tight. I can feel my muscles atrophy. This is no time of peace, how can there be so little to do? It seems this is the battle of attrition. I am holed up in my darkness, breathing only this rank air, and chewing on fat. I gain no strength from it, but it keeps me alive. Can you feel it? The tension in the air? The feeling like it's all going to coming crashing down, exploding in a hellfire that will consume us. The dead silence that is my life sounds like screaming. My hands hurt like I've been tearing at the walls that keep me in. Let it begin! I've been sleeping for too long. And this fat has grown rancid. My neck is tight. Can you feel it? Of course not. This is my hell......