Reanimator

He wakes in a dream again
People insignificant, becoming wane
Friends gone away down along the hill
Leaving him alone to gather his spill.

Strange as it may seem from your whim
Life is the only thing left in him
He had no hope for anything from start
Now in his own life, he has no part.

People walk besides him on the street
They can only win from his defeat
Why does the reanimator himself now sighs
But it is the one fact he always denies.

It was his magic that became a cinder
Had to stop when everyone started to hinder
Got a pill of his own sweet medicine
Betrayed and left alone as a has been.

Breathed life into a few dead
Couldn't keep one out of his head
Adored, cherished but loved her more
But she only flew off from the shore.

No more life to the dead he could give
When he himself could barely manage live
As good as dead he drifted away
The reanimator has no laughs today.

Many replaced his truth with lies
He had many faces but no disguise
Called insane, but he was not lost
Not returning the borders he crossed.

His powers are now stolen and gone
Defeated like a pawn not withdrawn
Alone he will try to find out
What made his life grime with a doubt.

No sane now of life he can make
No more love now, not the same mistake
Blame him and leave him alone insane
He wakes up in a dream again.