Vortex

In the confluence, in the abyss, darkness lived,
Guiltless liberation, and the start of all that is forbidden.
The death of innocence and the birth of fear,
The rage that describes the pleasure of pain…and the pain of pleasure,
The darkness is you.
No escape for the child of the vortex,
Their loss the battle of the spirit.
Life is the sentence you serve,
Death the prison you occupy.
God, suicide, or rebirth,
Hell is a prison of fears,

And death a silent spectator.
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©Proverbs07-2009