Listen closely.
Do you hear them?
The whispers of frustration,
whispers of an ultimatum.
Either you go,
or it all goes.
Thoughts of black and white,
of life and death,
of financial dependency
and the calling of words,
of burn brightly now
and fade to ash.
But neither is enough alone.
What is day without night,
black without white,
art without the reality of life?
The fire that burns more than it is fed
will disappear to ash.
Listen closely to me,
these whispers lie to you,
promise a life that will kill you,
and breed hatred for your life,
balancing precariously
between necessity and love.
-Zero
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