Chapter 3: Fight

This is her farewell. Her, mere mortal, pinned against those lovely lovely bones... And she didn't think, the dark dirt would feel so... warm against bruised skin that reeks of uninvited atrophy that hangs like a mantle, on a wall, in some home.. And she'd like to think of herself so worthy that maybe she'd live long enough... To hunt the hunter and hang his head on a wall... And in that darkness she remembered breath and solitude's impassive purveyor But I'm not ready, I'm not ready... But don't you know lovely human, so certain of your demise what is death to the dead, but another rising tide? Wake up...

Life. Love. Honor. Strife. Patience. Pain. Dishonor. Pride. Peace or chaos, you die or you sacrifice. Boogey man! Oh Boogey man! The Boogey man is here! Can you - will you make it? What are you made of if you can't bleed away the fear? Fight

Two soldiers Two children, Unconscious and unmeasured A trial and a hero A system left to dust The remains of a bruised ego Who is there to trust? Stardust Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Dust The wind carries us like dust mites Our relevance doomed in time For God's taxes Tell me... what is real? What is fiction? What are we in the face of annihilation? Breathe

Truth. Lies. What do we believe? Both sting likewise; love and hate The memory burns Like Sulfric Acid rain In your sleep... It's not her smile that lingers Or a smell - but her name A cunning wide-grimaced smile With blood in your mouth A familiar taste; Integrated DNA You can't bring back the dead.