Beneath The Surface Of Life

Beneath the surface of life,
A caller waits in silence,
Unyielding and unrelenting,
Until the moment arrives…
The call demanding its due

Beneath the surface of life,
Where hardened hearts, and fractured dreams
Hang like peeling bark,
Cracked, broken, and lost 
Fallen to the fathomless depths below

And sleepers slumber in the dark,
While creepers weave their cunning art,
Trying to stretch time’s fragile thread
To preserve the hollow facade above

Beneath the surface of life,
A tremor stirs, unseen, unheard
The ground begins to boil and churn,
Ready to declare the Last Man standing

Beneath the surface of life,
No more rot will linger…
And at the settling of the ink blot,
All that was buried will rise anew,
Reborn from the depths of the forgotten earth