The Morrison Call

The Morrison Call

Emptiness in your soul is the cruelest of all

The urge to fill never suffers recall

For you don’t get a vote in this curse upon your soul

Innermost sanctity unprotected from the torturer of humanity

Speculate as to the identity of your Marquis de Sade

Your mind, the devil, your ex or a god

Doesn’t make the difference, you still end up in exquisite anguished sufferance

The fight begins and you never know if you’ll win

Graveyards filled with tombstones of the brave, rich or talented

With agonies or vices in extreme above the average dead

To reach those heights requires touching depths

Involuntary, but once put there, your road is infinity until eternity

The decision must be made as you inflict once more

The invisible power that pounds your door

Resist or be taken, the good so difficult and evil so succulent

But you know it’s the difference of death sooner versus later