Live

A will to live.

A tenacious grip that won’t let loose.

A deep primal chant,

Echoing a cadence in my soul:

I Will Live.

I choose life,

Lived to the fullest.

A destiny awaits,

It demands to be fulfilled.

My very life depends upon

The realization,

The fullness,

The fulfillment.

All of me is set upon this path—

I made no choice.

It is simply who I am,

What I am:

I am a raging fire

Burning by the deepest waters;

I am the howling wind,

In the silence of the darkest night.

I am the gentle surf

That tickles your toes,

So softly, softly,

As I devour the universe

Lick by lick.

By Succubus