Avulsion, The Resolution

But the death is over now, and all seen here is pain,

Coagulated on the floor in a pool, a puddle

Dripped dry from the face, and the body shaking, awake.

Blurred eyes in the night seeing nothing but black

As the silver draws out what the heart cannot

And he cannot believe all the wars he has fought

Lost in conflagration, memories by him, fly fast

But in exodus, how could they last?

So down, down from the pit of despair—

Eviscerate out, down to the other side,

But now no more climbing is needed

For here he can rest and be scarred.

Where now zombies creep forth to disturb

Infecting in dripping of not letting go

In his hand the tie already digging roots in

But how can he not willing, let go?

And the death is over now, all he sees here is pain,

Coagulating on the floor in a pool, a puddle

Dripped dry from the face, and the body shaking, awake;

Disturbed in his dreams lay the monsters without

Naught but rings under eyelids from drooping in loss.

That pool so disturbingly real, yet so weak from the shock,

Still left behind, though tries to move on—

Slipping on her reflection, this mirror bled at his feet

Keeps coming back to rend him unconscious

Of this faithless betrayal so complete.

We all raise ourselves up, but the real limelight dies

As we all die in heaven or hell or just black

Fall leaves flutter, encircle, fills up to the bones

And I fall to the wind flying out, still intact.