On this road, long abandoned by sodium warmth, I saw;
I saw the shadows of dead stars, spreading light mourned aeons ago;
I saw infinite miles of dismal tarmac, each lead grey chip a second of existence;
I saw the hand held out to me, to raise me from my knees.

My tongue grew stiff, to fling out words, arrows in search of golden answers
The hand stroked my lips, eternity painting me mute
The hand enshrouded mine, silencing my inquisitive heart;
The hand pointed forward along the dreary strip.

Each footstep raised a memory, Lazarene experiences, called to judgement;
From bitter earth they rise, to make my heart rejoice;
From bitter earth they rise, to make my heart disintegrate;
From bitter earth they rise, to make me grasp my head and weep;
Accompanying me with their songs of love and grief.

Wearing twisted faces, friends and lovers danced, daggers drawn to strike;
To strike into my heart
To strike in just revenge
I hung my head for I knew my blood would not all pay their debts.

Among the voices swirling gyre, one note cut through, to rake the spine;
But it came not from one mouth alone;
But it came not from one heart, one soul;
A choir of loves I gave and lost, of hearts forever entangled with mine.

Tears came painfully, angrily, bitterly;
Why do you taunt me with what I was not?
Why do you haunt me with blue stillborn futures?
Laughter fell hollow, from lips in life cherished, pain lancing deep on each tone.

I want to wake up now, I said to the stranger, these people cannot be my friends;
This place you have brought me is grinding me smaller;
This place you have brought me is a spiritual mill;
Shaking his shoulders, I petitioned for my release.

Eyes old as galaxies, cold as pre-creation, stared into mine with a sickening grip;
You will wake at the right time, he said without lips;
You will wake when they all have presented their case;
Your feet will not stop while they still feel injustice;
I am Death; I am Justice; And my road is without end.