Reassurance

I looked around at the yellow lights.

The eternal night shines dimly.

The chirping of the crickets blends into

The meloncholic desire of the aftermath

It was raining.

The calm breeze of the dead world

Whistling the loneliness in my heart

How long have I been still?

Meditating my way into the chaos!

It was a disease.

The never-ending dogma of the will!

I bit my tail again and again.

Every gain causes me to twist.

I flaunt like an orobourous!

Of the eternal pain of pleasure.

It was foolishness.

Of me to think about meself in other's eyes!

As I lay idle, motionless

In this grand endeavour of righteousness.

Am I dead yet?!

Since my stomach isn't full. 

It was fate.

Or faith?

For sure, grace and peace walk in with hope.

Her faith was stronger than the god himself!

Is it love, despair, or will?

But still!

It was madness!

To ask for greatness.

How can it fight?

While fate is the adversary?

But still, greatness asks for a monster.

That defies fate!

Such a berserker trance.

And there were none.

Except the will to conquer.

Ah yes! It was 'Will' afterall. 

That yearns!

Don't stand at my grave and weep. 

For I am the slumber that never sleep!

I have willed. There for I am! 

Fin.