A Thousand Cuts

The journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step
regretfully, my journey moves backward
my journey has no poise
it has no rhythm
I move forward in reverse to a tune
most perverse
my journey of a thousand cuts
began with a single mile
a battlefield that has seen countless wars
countless empires

endings

a river of endless scars
mending

I step sideways into the mist
into forests without light
another cut to curb my insanity
I linger in this lifeless form
I swing fast, I swing true
and the river running through my mind
brings my path back into view

without cause, I fall motionless through the air
through fields of green
worlds of glass, and embers
my descent slowed only by my reasoning
this is the cut of air
a wound deepened with every breath I take
and yet, to numb the pain
I must remove myself
no breath
no death

impossibilities reign

the drums of war beat in my mind
war rages on
and all I know is how to end
how to free a life from this plane
one cut, two cuts
three
more to feed the great beyond
the beast that calls to me

a battle song comes to my ears
and a voice betrothed to sun
to moon
words echo through the sands
as I flee my visions
the final cut from a blade unknown
the final task for a man forlorn

I use no blade to mark my way
I leave no message, I carve no runes
there are no words that I may say
to bring me to the emerald dunes
to the lands that I once loved
the faces, hands and eyes once lost

I feel no pain as I endure
one thousand cuts of life, most pure
I flee all reason, all roads and man
my eyes affixed to honeyed cure
I have found the will to travel light
through battles waged upon the earth
to venture past all realms and right

to you, again
my home, my hearth