Brother,
O Brother of mine,
that Kin of Souls
with bonds eternal,
once warned me
that there can only
be birthed suffering
unless I changed,
unless my heart
stopped being
so drawn
to death.
But now I wonder
unceasingly from
within the confines
of this solitude
where Dawn never speaks
my name,
if Brother spoke
about my heart -
or his own.
Because everything that I possess
is a bitter defiance
against the Heavens,
against fate.
For within the silence
that frames the silhouettes
of the demons hiding in my shadows
so perfectly, in this unbearably long night,
all I know is suffering
and to suffer, is to survive.
I cannot exist under the same sky
as Fate, and her cruelty,
as the Heavens, and its brutality;
I cannot abide by the perpetual cycles,
I cannot withstand the inevitable -
Because all I know now,
when I'm left within this bitter silence,
praying for Brother, or for Dawn,
to speak to me again,
all I know is how to suffer.
And suffering is the key
to defying the Will of any Heavens,
To endure suffering
is the path of the unwritten pages;
To endure suffering,
one must truly
embrace the defiance
of Fate and Providence:
