Wither

The time to live
The time to die
They blur into
A swirling maelstrom
As we move
Along the lines
Of selves who
Were before us

Draw breath again, a husk of wilting flesh
Destined to be broken and reused
Of no concern to those who pull the strings
They may hold our head or be the final noose

The time to live
The time to die
They blur into
A swirling maelstrom
As we search
For a strand
To guide us
Through the chaos

Keep in hiding
Don't let them find you
Keep on trying
To find a way out

Punitory purgatory
Evermore we suffer
They dignify our sacrifice
By keeping us captive

Draw breath again, a husk of wilting flesh
Our being reformed
Destined to be broken and reused
New tools to serve their cause
Of no concern to those who pull the strings
Disposable
They may hold our head or be the final noose
Worthless

We will not crawl
Still we stand tall
Find
A way to make it all whole again
Against the breaking
A thousand waves
Can't erode us
Leave the wheel
Let it spin
And come to its final
Halt