Beaten from Grievous by Convulsing

loom above the corpse
dripping from closed fists
soaked in viscous fluids
body still convulsing
the sensation remains
frantic exhalation

gaze upon the wreckage
the battle fought
no comfort finds me
only hollowness

what's to become of me now?
where is my enemy?
what foe to vanquish?
what peak to climb?
where awaits my zenith?
vanishing point?
war waged
all for naught?

the lost, lost always
the taken, forever taken
the space within my skin
my kingdom, my prison
lay in ruin

no vigour renews the shattered
no effort can hope to rebuild me
vortex at the core where I am cast
to suffer fate
and yet, I am freed

• ?????
• Metal
• death metal
• metal or something
• progressive metal
• whatever
• Melbourne