Surrender
Let us drink my love,
Until we wave goodbye to our inner demons
As they sail across the cimmerian oceans,
They will scream of vengeance as we laugh, not knowing any better
But inevitably they will return, they always do
With a thirst greater than before
They will set alight our souls to keep themselves warm, smirking as we burn,
The night will come, and when it does, they will impale our numb bodies with their horns, dripping with venom
Then perhaps we may learn a lesson,
Maybe we should have surrendered and allowed them to stay,
Maybe an endless suffering would grant us the power to eventually become immune to the torture,
But by then, it will be too late,
Because we will long be devoured by the dark waters
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