Stop! It said.
Stop wanting, now, it yelled.
I kept walking. The clouds were low.
STOP WANTING! It shouted.

Thunder rumbled, roaring as hell.
Lightning struck nearby.
So near, I could smell the burning.
Stop wanting! It cried, yet once again.

You had your share, it said.
Rain started to pour.
You’ve seen enough. It whispered.
Lightning struck. Booom.
You have lived your life, it yelled.

I was completely wet now, freezing.
Not afraid, but certain.
If I stop wanting, I said, with anger,
I will be dead.

Strike me, lighting of destiny.
Rip me apart.
End this existence,
if your plan is already fulfilled.

If I stop dreaming, and my soul stopped
longing for life, screaming, ah so loudly,
in the storm of this dreadful night
to find a cure to the burn in my heart.