Resuscitate

Your bitter, I acknowledge the smile upon your face but below I can sense the warm deciet. You extend a hand of outward indifference but with the same you yearn to claw and tear. What bars prevent your just actions? Your buried, cold and alone to ponder what was. Not a soul to damn, much less to blame. Hidden deep inside an auto-form, the glimmer of light on a tear stained cheek. How come you choose to rest below? Your tortured. The cold becomes a scarring flame and as the gradual path of the unresolved grows, your blinding fire continues to eat away all. Screams of pain and agony echo to a faint whisper. Why can't you stop the blood? Your tired, you begin to fall away and all that matter dissolve. The ember dies with a tail of smoke as a last trickle, your metal suit dims and softenes in grip and texture. You release past intolerance for the wrong you've been dealt and awaken to find some peace within your remains.