falling asleep to the setting sun


No rest for the wicked,

as the wicked try to get some rest.

keeping awake with the perpetual thought

of wickedness – of challenge, and test.

Living daily in the madness of the space inside his head,

a realm beyond his waking life,

evolving from his sleepless nights.

No rest for the wicked,

and hardly for a wicked guilt.

More so from such deep desire,

to stare at life,

and feel its fire.

No rest for the wicked –

some torment for the afterlife?

For him its moreso out of choice,

a constant mantra,

a powerful voice.

No rest for the wicked

(and the wicked eat the days alive).

Another moment in infinity

as wicked as they are,

reaching though,

for divinity.

A whole and powerful and burning soul,

there’s no rest for the wicked

(as the wicked play the wicked role).

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