Cataract

Death is callous, strange and sudden

A pious, indignant, drooling glutton

Whose hands are soft, warm, inviting

Whose desperate advances seem useless fighting

Whose ragged tooth should rip through flesh

Which marinates in rancid breath

How quick one turns to a violent death

When cowardice remains where courage left

No guiding light to lead the way

Just rot declining to decay

The would-be hangman hangs its head

To find its victim not quite dead

But rising now from beneath the gallows

A driving force cuts through the shadows

Strike from the heart, cut to the quick

With no remorse it’s politic

With crippling blows to the body and head

Drip by drip until it’s finally bled out

One moment defines a lifetime

No one recalls the crawl or the climb

Or the trembling legs that take the first two steps

Or the moment the lungs decide to take breath

The darkness comes to life

Underneath its cloak beat the blood red eyes

Whose haunting stare leaves one paralyzed

This is the nightmare from which one never awakes

Laughing at the feeble whose whole body shakes

Who pounce upon the weakness and the past mistakes

Whose hands grip the heart and cause the heartbreak

So strike from the heart, cut to core

Leave only the sinew washed up on the shore

Sever the head of the beast with the crown

Never back down

(Back down)

Never back down

And as the light breaks through the darkest night

It finds the victor dressed in white

Rising now from beneath the gallows

A driving force cuts through the shadows