Where Midnight is Forever

deep inside these rusted, prison walls,

live words never before spoken,

saying all that can be said, about truths

which know not tomorrows or yesterdays,

satisfying burning thirsts and overwhelming hungers,

which have existed from the days of the beginning,

but now lie silent;

down roads well traveled,

destinations become blurred,

inside vast empty kingdoms,

where self will is non-existent,

ruled by masters who do not yield,

deciding on courses to be taken,

tossing tired, old rules, defiantly out the window,

into brave new worlds of anything goes,

where it is every man for himself,

and that which was good,

slowly turns to bad,

while that which was up,

suddenly becomes down,

as silent, solitary, dwellers of the night,

hold on tight to anything that does not move,

trying to survive the coming storm;

which is never an easy task;

the darkness seeks its prey,

crawling into fits of deep, nocturnal passions,

fleeing from the intoxicating touch of fear,

destroying with a vengeance,

without conscience or remorse,

all who drink from the bitter cup offered,

tasting its final burning mix,

slowly spinning deeper and deeper,

taking one last journey,

from which there is no return;

where midnight is forever.

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