The Ebb & Flow of Virtue

Virtue

I drift aimlessly across the tides,
their torrents lined with white, skeletal ripples
infinitely reaching out into the vastness of the ocean.
I wade in the water on my back,
looking to the sunrise and wishing
for an escape from this purgatory.
The ocean's glacial whispers echo within the caves of my mind,
the inky depths taunting me with
all of the vices I am burdened by.
Sink, sink, sink—
its sweet voice beckons me
while the freezing waters numb
the remnants of warmth within my chest.

I look to the sun's wounds bleeding carmine onto the sky, its battle with the night a temporary victory.
What if the sun decided to surrender to the dark?
Isn't it tired of waging an interminable war with the night?
Yes, I remember, to surrender shows weakness, but doesn't weakness sound so nice?

Sink, sink, sink—
The azure waves cascade across my body,
desperately trying to pull me down into
the chilling expanse.
The sea is tempting me,
aware of the inner turmoil filling inside.
It whispers of my rage, my pain, my hate, my agony; it wants me to succumb to the darkness swimming in the deep depths of my thoughts.

Sink, sink, sink—
a part of me wants to drown.
Let the ocean take me,
let it throw my body against the jagged rocks
and watch how my spirit is merely a reflection of the darkness wallowing within my mind.
Oh how I'm torn between allowing my malevolence smother me
or choosing to fight it just how
the day clashes with the night.

There is good and bad constantly
warring with each other inside you,
a small voice resounds in my conscious
just as my vision dips underneath the salty water,
it is similar to how the land fights with the sea,
the sky with gravity,
the light with darkness,
the fire with water.
Morality is ever-changing like the tides
you are suspended in now.
This is the ebb and flow of virtue,
it is time to pick your side.