Ain't no grave
I was dead. Fallen so far and from such a place, no end in sight. No idea how to even begin to battle back. Truth be told, I didn't want to. Just let me may here and bleed a while. A year went by, then several. All the while, my silent consent screamed to the world, let me up I've had enough. No amount of desperation or destitution roused me from my malaise. When I finally took to my feet to find myself shaken deeply once again, I saw fit not to fight back. Like a zombie at a firing squad, I took bullet after bullet and I bled, but did not fall. No register. Then a single thing happened. Or maybe a lot of things. But a flood of life came back to me. Like my blood had not moved in ages. I'm awake, I'm angry, and you have my attention. I have come to destroy you.