zombie-phoenix

This was no place to be, but it was the only place to be now.  Escape was on his mind, but it was something he could not fathom.  Little did he know where he was fleeing, less to say what he was leaving.  Home.  He knew that much. Certainty was clouded by the moment.  Everything he had done, quick to survive.  Had he escaped tragedy? Had he instead ran into it? His head was stormed with threats.  "You can drown.  You can die.  You can, now." He had to keep moving, but he could not escape his fate now.  Upon the timber that tossed on the tides, he was trapped.  The swollen walls of the bark trapped him and protected him from the raging storm

Sway. Sway. Sway. What is right? What is left? Lost between days and nights without proper rest. This distant perspective wide and long, but turned around upside down can be seen so wrong. Inside the blood flows, while sinking the heart slows, now leaves the mouth closed. Here there, listen. Sway again and the whole world moves. Let flow, let go, and wait, wait, wait. ... Wait for the fall when not saved with a call. For that in long time taken, soon freedom or soon devastation, when everything comes crashing back to the earth and thy will is done. And the noose snaps, stolen from the stilled feet, Following that rash and despera