The Forbidden Tempest
With each storm brings a new emptiness.
A wave of despair that can blind even the brightest light.
For the moment the truce holds with the beast.
But how much longer will it resist the flesh?
And the madness will once again course through the veins.
Like a whores kiss its sting will burn for eternity.
And the mockingbird will sing to the heavens
But the gods will do nothing.
And somewhere
The sunset will set.
The snow will fall.
And the race will be run.
And the message will be lost in the words.
Those who cannot accept loneliness
Can never accept death.
Yet the search goes on,
Desperate and unstoppable
Towards a futureless future.
And the fear of change stifles the mind into a partial suicide
That the body can neither fight for nor rage against.
Cowardice?
Strength?
Right?
Wrong?
There is always a way
And there is always a choice.
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