Whispers Of Night

~~Let Him Rest~~

Mind:
Hey Hearty, what's the matter?
Why do you feel so tired and slow?
I can feel the oxygen low.

Heart:
Oh, you noticed, Mr. Brain?
Yes, I am tired as him-
too much cold out there.

Mind:
But it's a summer night.
Why do you feel cold? Are you all right?

Heart:
Ah! The coldness that inflicts me
is not the one that you feel.
It's the coldness that can't be touched or seen.
It can only be reflected
through pain.

Mind:
Pain, you say? But dear, I feel no such signals.
What pain in the body is there
that can hide itself from me?

Heart:
Ah, the pain you sense
is the one he feels when he is hurt or ill.
But the pain that dreads me?
It's the one that can't be touched,
yet it's stronger
than anything this world can inflict.

Mind:
Never did I understand your twisty words,
but I've always felt you work so damn hard.
Tell me!
What is this cold,
and what is this fancy pain I can't feel?

Heart:
Hehe...
You wanna know the tale?

Okay-
It all started when a bud bloomed.
It thought it would turn all pink and red!
But fate was, and is,
and shall be cruel.
Instincts took it in-
Still, still it tried to bloom,
wanting to do what it was born for:
to bear fruits so sweet.

Petals half-eaten, half-curled like the curled fingers of doom,
yet it bloomed
as the hope of sunlight
swayed its gloom.

But you know what
finally made that fighting flower fall?

The gardener.

He called it ugly
and cursed its brittle beauty.
He didn't see its pain and fights,
nor its potential
to bear the fruits so sweet.

He didn't water it-
thought it a waste.
And the flower grew weak.

He chopped it off
because it missed a few petals.
And that's how the flower fell.

It wasn't the physical pain.
It was the pain
of losing hope, the pain of coldness
in the one who was meant
to care and love for him.

Mind:
It wasn't about the flower,
was it?

Heart:
Love You are cleverer than you think.

Mind:
But still-
we need to work for him.

Heart:
Why?
To make him suffer to the brim?

Mind:
No-
To lead him
towards the light
that awaits.

Heart:
Oh, the hopefuls
see the skies so bright.

The tired ones?
They're almost blind.
Even the brightest skies
are still dark
to the blinds.

Mind:
So what do you want now?

Heart:
See him, Mind.
See his pain.

He suffers so much-
people he loves
hurt him
with every touch.

He cries and sobs
and bleeds in words
to ears that are deaf-
and always were.

He searches for needle-love
in a hay of hate.
He works to please the men
whom not even God can please.

He spreads kindness
like seeds in field,
but the flood of meanness
washes them away before they could try to yield.

He struggles-
I appreciate him.
But he always fails.
But never was he to be blamed.

There needs to be an end.

He's not a fool.
Nor is he lazy.
Just wounded-
like a soldier
with thousands of bullets,
each one
glided in guilt and torment.

Still he loves.
Still he takes all the pain
from those he calls his own.

Yet he is backstabbed
with poisonous arrows of words and conspire.

All he wants is warmth,
peace,
a sprinkle of love.

All he is served
is cold,
lust,
and spoons of dark.

All I want-
is to give him
eternal rest.

Mind:
But... but...
Shouldn't we keep trying?

Heart:
Keep trying?
Yes, that can make you stronger.
But what's the point
of filling a bucket
full of holes and rust?

Mind:
But remember-
the one who stands
till the end of war
alone-
gets all the glory
of his own.

Heart:
But think, my dear-
Who will sing his songs?

The sacrifice is all vain.
Neither kingdom
nor people
could be saved.

All were looted.
All were dead.

He could have lived-
lived a life so long-
only if he didn't care
about glory
long gone.

Mind:
It's my duty
to pull him through life.

Heart:
And it's my duty
to save his kind soul with the death of mine.

Mind:
But then...
we all shall perish
if you go cold.

Heart:
Isn't that
life's ultimate goal?

And you still have
seven minutes
after I am gone.
Curse me then
when I'm gone.

Mind:
You are my mate.
And you are never alone.

I don't live without you.
Nor you without me.

Never shall I curse you,
my friend.

If you want an end,
I shall play in your game.

Heart:
Be kind to him then, love.
He's already suffered
too much pain.

Find the way
that ends it
with little
to no pain.

Mind:
Kindness is your nature.
Ruthless is what I wear.
But I promise you-
it will be quick.
He shall not suffer long.

Heart:
Goodbye, my mate.
Goodbye, my soul
who kept flickering.
May you now be free.

Goodbye, oh boy
loved so well.
Goodbye to the boy
who still kept hoping
till the end.

Goodbye to the boy
who endured all pain.
Goodbye to the boy
who was ever so kind.

Goodbye to the boy
who searched for life.
Goodbye, oh body
that kept me caged so long.

Goodbye, oh Brain-
my mate so strong.

Mind:
Goodbye,
my strongest organ
I ever felt.

Goodbye,
love that kept me awake.

Goodbye,
to the boy
who taught kindness
through me.

Goodbye,
to the boy
who told me
to believe
and love thee.

Goodbye,
body that let me feel the world.

Goodbye,
soul that kept me, him and you intact.

Goodbye,
Heart-
oh my ever mate.

May we work together again
when he is born
in skies so high,
where kindness reigns
and pains must die-

where love prevails,
and hope alights the way,
where hatred suffers
and despair's a slave-

in a world
where even darkness
seeks light.

May we reunite
to lead him again for eternal life.

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THE BOY JUMPED OFF A BRIDGE AND WAS NEVER TO BE FOUND.