Bottom Line Thoughts

The epitome of quiet hunt,
Shallow surface, feelings canned.
At night, all thoughts come to the front -
She‘s walking through a dead man‘s land.

No promises lie here, yet pleas,
An endless bargain, come undone;
Filled with debts and shame and fears,
Before the dawn, all will be gone.

Searching through the dense-grey haze,
It will show - all lost their spark.
Soul carries what it must and weighs,
Though nothing glows here, in the dark.

He’ll see death behind your eyes,
For you have seen the length of war.
This premise in your mind implies,
You feel unworthy to restore.

His quest: To find yourself in you.
Unearth the thesis made to hide.
Bridge world’s good, holy and what‘s true
Safely to the other side.