Harvest

The culling is upon us
A cycle ending
Location imprinted in us
No reasons justified

Try to tear the tethers
Drawn, another harvest

Returning essence
Weaving our next lifeline
The binding weakens
Short glimpse at redemption

Try to break the cycle
Faint, commence the harvest

Our souls unwound to threads
Rewound to an unspent self
Existence robbed, returned
As we yearn for it all to end
Into the jaws we march
A pitch black future
A part remains inside
A part to hold, pierce through the dark

Waning presence, last faint sparks

Try to stay behind
Vain, finish the harvest

Tired, connected with no end
While I try to fade away
Blazing green horizon
My fate sealed, the dark threads wound again
Trying to stave the darkness, but the fabric holds I can't push through
Reeling, a storm engulfs my very being
Returning now to where I will have been
Deliverance
Denied
Yet Again
Anew