The Sun At Midnight


I follow as a poison-tipped arrow would,

tracking the heels of Achilles,

honing in on a weakness you were

powerless to prevent


my path is one of



thoughtless self


as though I were the sun at midnight,

extinguishing the element which

allows the stars to shine:



and foolishly I believe that

I am right

I am justified,

my erratic pulse takes precedence to those


who would dare


with my fire, the desire that burns

in lieu of compassion.


what need I of compassion?

I am the unforgiving sea;

I drown whatever I want

and I satisfy whomever I please.

but not before I satisfy




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