Two Beasts, Dying
After the charge, the wolf and I lie panting in the mud, both of us bleeding, and I finally see it: we look exactly alike. Fighting my own needs was only ever going to wound us both.
The charge is done, the bodies cold
A story that's already old
I see you panting in the rain
A mirror of my own damn pain
Your shoulders heave, a ragged breath
You're tasting your own kind of death
The fire in your eyes is low
The last embers of a hateful glow
And we are just two beasts, dying in the mud
Spilling out our hope and spilling out our blood
The war is over, but the peace won't start
Just a silence in a broken heart
Your rage is bigger than my will to stand
The last two monsters in a ruined land
I try to find the strength to rise
I see the promise in your eyes
Not of a truce, not of an end
But just a chance to break, not bend
You lick a wound, a ragged tear
You're just as trapped as I am here
A prisoner of the bite and claw
A slave to your own broken law
And we are just two beasts, dying in the mud
Spilling out our hope and spilling out our blood
The war is over, but the peace won't start
Just a silence in a broken heart
Your rage is bigger than my will to stand
The last two monsters in a ruined land
And in the quiet, I can see
The shape of what we'll never be
No noble end, no final song
Just two beasts who fought too long
The stalemate holds
The silence grows
The cold wind blows
And heaven knows
Your rage is bigger than my hope
And I am at the end of my rope