The Damaged

Towards the end

The eye will fall upon us

And we will be in the calm

A breeze will blow

Replacing the jagged wind

And howling tempest.

Towards the end

Our eyes won't tear from the defeat

A lachrymal silence will sooth the dirt beneath my hand

And relinquish one drop shed from relief.

Towards the end

Oxygen will be enough to get us through the conclusion

I won't need to feel

And my heart will beat

Stronger than the flutter it is.

Towards the end

I can close my eyes without nightmares

A hand will brush the mud from my face

Soft as a god's

Soothing my brow

Sleep... Sleep

I'll count the strokes

And they'll be enough

Towards the end

No words will be there

Unutterable, faded serenity will blanket the field

Calming the blood and fear

Towards the end

All light will give out

Leaving us in the soft darkness

Blackness that is our surrender, my compliance

Towards the end

Our achievement will be the shrinking of the universe

Centering upon our souls

Our battered armour

Nothing else to think about

Nothing else at all

The end will come

The culmination before the nothingness

Tranquility in abandonment

Perfection in us,

The damaged.