The night ends with a special death
born again once the red sun rises in a mist filled morning,
tragedy breathes in the darkness,
feel it's pulse.
Lingering in your mind, the complex thoughts that yearn to be discovered---
falling alone in the pit of an unimaginable despair,
naked in the guilt of fear---
a fear more powerful than the womb of the mother who abandoned you.
Left alone in the cruel world,
infant screams echo through the hills that once brought us solitude.
Your sacred place now disturbed,
extinguished by a monsoonal tide of unfathomable guilt.
A conscious now lacking the ability to comprehend,
finding yourself in a place unfamiliar to you.
Remembering the loss of love---
possessed in a moment of ill-advised passion.
You lost your innocence the moment you were torn from the vacant womb,
alone, abandoned, forsaken to this lonely broken path.
Infinite night bites into your veins,
a warmth slowly moves through.
The Red Sun rises.
