Fight The Dawn

An Abstract Legacy

Deranged mornings drank from the dreams
Of those possessed nights, pulling open
My eyes to find myself fleeing their
Proclivity to provoke distress within.

Hearts as black as the stitches that
Run across my veins, sewing up my blood
Barring their deep desiderate to hook
In their claws to draw forth my pith.

As I fall from listless feet, I feel
Their teeth sink in and separate my
Flesh from bone. With open veins
I spot the murder above, creating
Night from day, their eerie calls
Scattering the despondent dissidents.

Through my stupor I feel their beaks
Nestle my broken body into shape anew.
I awake again to the drawing sun and
Their renewing assault, but as they
Drew close in, my soul burst forth
Filling the new formation to beat back
Their wailing and gnashing; lifting me
Up to join the darkness that encircles
The sky to beat back their garish dawn.