Well?

Importunation, now evaluation.
For the better.
In the midst of day's musk,
We muse; judge our character.
And right wrongs.

We ascend our self-grafted destruction;
To place our heads in their arms.
So they may bestow upon us their ingratitude,
And shield us from fleeting charms.

But still I breathe no air,
Because I have breathed too much.
And I march onwards.
I march onwards to such.

Will I die?