The Everlasting Night

An ode...

The consequences of my actions has forced me to stare into the eyes of the infallable magic that swirls around the static-fields of the sky and embrace the knowledge of my illusion of freedom. For now I know, I was and always will be a mere puppet of the energy that sways my emotions and my desires away from the safe haven of celibate spirituality and steer my body towards the dark night dimly lit by the pale moonlight.

 

I have found the day to be an obsessive compulsive drive for significance and duty in order to justify this rat race we run as we stand still as if on a hamster wheel. I have felt the urge to combat my consciousness with the disciplined drive of movement and action and came up short when I thought I was showing the world I cared. I saw in the mirror the grinding teeth and the dilated eyes of a nervous breakdown victim riding the insane wave of electricity into the sea of madness where the wails and pitiful moans can only be heard by those tuned into the suffering of humanity...the lonliness and the heartache that accompanies the destructive meaninglesness our people have become.

 

I patiently wait for the energy as I watch the sun settle into the horizon and feel the misty breeze of twilight wash over this weary soul, waiting to regenerate an inspiration only the senses know...for I realize I am a creature of the night: forsaken and forbidden to ever know peace.

 

The night does funny things to a person, especially when the only companion he has is the quiet chaos that travels with the time, battering and blistering the weak and empowering the strong with a mystic animal instinct to connect through inebriation and sloppy copulation.

 

But the night never lasts, and inevitably the sun blasts away all of the ecstacy and intoxication one feels when he obeys the moon....brings one back to what" they" hysterically call reality....whip my back and force my hands to turn those wheels that keeps this farce running, for my body is a slave only to my senses, and my soul will forever be free....because I have the patience to wait out this beautiful nightmare of shining suns and whispering trees, of toxic engines running through the highway of the lost, working in the corporation of the damned...I have the patience and the strength to shield my eyes from the blinding light and wait for my mistress...the everlasting night.