Evolution complete: I am faceless. That, once recognizable, Is disfigured and ugly; And exudes the smell Of gangrenous life. Eyes of strangers, friends, Horrified by my transformation, Look beyond, toward safety. My stare will consume them, And labor them, Into my hollow. It is my soul, Pure and discontent, That cries for emancipation And deliverance. It is the cyclones Of failures echoing, Again and again, Abrading my use, Paring my value. The dust in my palms, Is the former me; And even the breaths Of God Cannot reconstitute This undead. I resign, To the solitary Choice That remains: To free the soul From its heinous captor; To bait tranquility With selfless mercy Until the final drop Dries unnoticed.