Moral Devour
My eyes peel back
And I stare out yonder.
My sword twitches.
I see no tomorrow,
Just an end to embrace.
You stand by my grave,
You beckon me,
But I stay.
You eager my blade to fail,
You wait for my end to come.
Earnestly you stand,
Hand outstretched.
I see your hunger
For a moral devour,
But I will live.
To a dark pit you gesture,
To a waking end you call.
If I fall or if I die,
You will get your moral devour.
Death is a concept,
It is a choice,
My choice,
And I will live.
