Defeat; Reprise

I stand

in the scattered dust

of my father’s garage.

With my life in bags,

I accept my gift

from time itself.

This place isn’t mine;

Not anymore.

Yet, they waited for me.

I’m coming back.

I’ve shattered the other side

of the hourglass.

My fuel

is an elixir

of blood and water.

Still half awake,

but now

I control the nightmare.