Conception of the bodies from within
Their ever so lovely veins coursed in ebony
And the fibers of sustainment
A swelling frenzy
A welcomed rage
The limbo of time sputters with the beat that drives life into the unforeseen.
It ends as it begins
To the imperfection within this seamless world
And so it does
It begins as it ends
The vitality brandishes existence but does not keep out mistake
The bodies begin to die as each one is slashed with its own black nourishment
Each mark leaves them under a pile of rubble of the forgotten
The heroes are the survivors
The contagion is the creator
The pulsing drifts onwards to a new day in a serendipitous way
What murdered the bodies with its messy weapon brought it back with a gentle coaxing breath
I put down the pen.
I take out my ear-buds.