Dissolution

What pretty thing is death
like the end of a long day
a casting of the shackles of flesh
the ultimately useless act of contrition
that final payment for services rendered
streaks of color, smear of light
rotting desiccated meat, gristle and bone
death is for the living
marking here from there
lines in emotion
lines in spirit
the dead don't mind the putrefaction
it's life that needs the satisfaction
looking down upon the grave
weeping for another saved
tricks wrapped in wheels of time
squealing victim of evermore
always was, has been, if only
one more chance, another breath
that last ounce of self regret
we chase it through a midnight dreary
underhill and over dale
hearts that weigh as feathers
twisted mass of energy
detachment from surrender
death is no escape, the emotional gravity well
monkey see monkey do, polar dance, with cosmic view
pushed and pulled, spun about, wrapped in fluff so strung out
amnesia is our sweet reward, divinity once again restored
immortal beloved thrice cursed bastard of fate
what is it your looking for?
dissolution