You Rape, I Plunder

I walk with Midnight - deep, dark, milky in its way.
Forward in mind, I declare, eyes closed.
What is there to see but the shadowy moon readying its defeat?
In my path lays the sun, and behold a pale horse.
There is no following here, and my patience runs thin.

I make bets on wingtips, though I cull rubber souls.
Freedom abounds but comes only in pairs, leaving me
alone in silence to collect my loss.
My skin rejects me with no apology, and I wish for new fingertips.
I bleed. I breathe. I beg. I burn.

I swim with the Samurai, solitude seeking.
There is no freewill only knowledge in this realm;
and it escapes me, like my dreams,
dragging behind infinity ad nauseam.
Drop the weight of it like hammers and try to wake again. Again.

I bathe in sweat, fretting the presence of more salt.
A fortress of tears holds hard but I refuse to be trapped here.
I ignore despair, and ask for clarity amongst the clouds.
Erase this from my landscape, I say, so that I may sleep soundly again.
And break open my heart to let go the wandering warrior.