War rages between hope and despair.
It is prolonged and ****** to the bitter end.
Until You are barren...empty...your body a ravaged land..
You roam, lost and disillusioned through desolate plains.
Until you are all but consumed...The angst of the human condition ******* your heels.....unrelenting...tormenting.
Like the fox who can run no more...before him a sea of snapping jaws.
At this point he knows the inevitable..
His fate soon sealed in his own spilled blood....

Hooded soldiers stomp a fruitless victory across your weary bones.
The vultures pick clean your carcass...
Greedy beaks play a victory song across your bleached white ribs,
Drawing music from your lifeless bones like the strings of a macabre violin.

In a mere breath you are gone,
Far above this nothingness world from which you now depart.
Your Awakening was ultimately your demise,
At least in the mortal sense..and yet there was a longing.
A longing to fly..free as a bird.
Beyond the departing point of misery.