The Healing Waters

And this is the song that breaks the fist, 
Burns the pledge, surrenders the honor,  
Reaches deep into the well for a remedy, 
Unlocking a stained prison of injustice, 
Fairness bleached by a hopeless cause. 
It rattles the cage, dilutes the medium, 
Pours through the open cracks, 
A feeling, a remembrance, a fleeting thought, 
Once stifled by pain, wrapped in cold omens 
What the past reassembled, distantly calling 
From under an iceberg of strength. 
 
To yield is divine, to permit the passage 
From stern embers afire to cosmic tear dust, 
Vomits the cavity forth, casting demons 
Terrifying out of the pit, through the navel, 
Glowing fiercely as they ascend the pendulum, 
Clawing up the windpipe, howling as they breach, 
Melting the stubborn pain into plasma, 
Drumming in waves through the mind,  
Thoughts of pity exhaling them through 
The rusted gates of the optical fortress. 
 
Gush, gush, you sickly ghosts, 
Exorcise these sentences from within, 
Cleanse me of the impurities once withstood, 
Break free my soul in bondage, that it may heal 
The heart, relax the nerves, suture the scars, 
That I may release them from my body,  
Into the cloudy sphere of toxins withdrawn,   
Bleeding every last morsel of utopian trauma,  
Rainfall of pearls beating on a shadowy curtain,  
Storms put to rest by the music of sadness.