Loom above the corpse

Dripping from closed fists

Soaked inviscous fluids

Body still convulsing

The sensation remains, frantic exhalation

Gaze upon the wreckage

The battle fought

No comfort finds me

Only hollowness

What's to become of me now?

Where is my enemy?

What foe to vanquish? What peak to climb?

Where is my zenith?

Vanishing point?

War waged, all for naught?

The lost, lost always

The taken, forever taken

The space within my skin; my kingdom, my prison

Lay in ruin

No vigor renews the shattered

No effort can hope to rebuild me

Vortex at the core where I am cast to suffer fate

And yet I am freed