When I think of all the lives I’ve lived, and all the ways I’ve died
It can feel like a husk of me is all that’s left alive.
But flesh and blood and breath and tears, prove I am still here.
My lonely only saviour, burnt to ash to reappear.
Not as a shadow, but bright light, clawing back from the abyss
With new battle scars and loves and scenes,
Snapshots I’ll later miss.
Long live this brutal battle, until my final breath
Staring life right back in the eyes, bracing the sucker punch of death.