Time's Menacing Assault.

They looked with glazed eyes, as if seeing but not seeing, perhaps peering into another world.  A slow amble with a semi-rigid gait, moving semi-lifeless limbs.  Moving around as if caught in a cell rusted from time's unfriendly assault.  Speaking in tongues not fully comprehensible to all, as if jaws shackled, trapped in a genie's bottle, wishes and commands unfulfilled.  Time's menacing assault slowly setting concrete, until the soul turned to dust.