Resuscitation

The beat is erratic
Rhythm too sporadic
A singer and an addict;
A man who just had it;
Filled with much death and shit;
Bruised in and out, those hits.
That stopped all pulse and beats.
Paused all of my heart's beats.

Grey blood stopped to run.
Veins left dried, well-done.
Blank eyes open and shun'd.
Red tears that were cried a ton.
Voice that's cut and gone.
Eyes forgot the light of sun.
The night was far too long.
Bereft dark, far too strong.

But today comes the dead
Rising from its earthy bed,
Pained dreams I do shed,
No more cold chains of lead,
Lose the words that were said,
Pull up the sun by its head,
For once, enjoy the morning red:
Glorious iridescent yellow-red.

No metal ties, just liberation.
That was my resuscitation
Of my heart's palpitation.

Wren