The Black Monsoon

Let me bid you farewell as every man has to die

When all is broken, unmendable twisted strings

A Black spring is emerging as windows go shut

Retrace the footprints embedded in the grey snow

They will lead you to the hillsides on Mount Doom

Strong, solid and self contained once, your being has withered

Neglect and hopeless success withered on the vine

Standing alone on the side of the path now, empty

The Watchtowers presence is being felt

Steppenwolf, lord of self-inflicting harm

Sacrificed love, an empty promise of loyalty and trust

All spilled on the cracked ice at your feet, immense depth below

Seeping through and mixing with the blackened tide

Dreams turn to nightmares when the last bridge has burned

Head held up high, falling with the noose

Living just for dying, dying just for you

A general scorn for human life, falling deeper and faster now

                  A four letter word

The light turned on, vision clear and precise

Life turned on a hunger for a curious mind

Reached up and grabbed the final solution

Hands firmly Holding Fast, windows open full

Free to roam, free to become nothing at least

At last

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