Amor Fati
I used to have a visitor,. that meant more to me than she knew,. she brought the summer through the door,. and left the morning dew. I urged her to share her feelings,.
"Stop dreaming. People who say that are blaspheming".
Her ghostly presence haunts the plain,. Days gone by, overflowing with zest,. Her elegant features invaded with pain,. A silent drum beneath her breast,. An abandoned spectre in apocalypse park,.
"May your pain be champagne".
Silver flux razes navy eternity, Scorching star pierces infinite uncertainty, Neon bullet wounds boredom fatally, Electric acid skips gracefully, crazily, daintily.
My eyes watch the clock tick til my scars heal,. Smoking pistol silks with blood the moment feels surreal,. Springing out the shadow whilst his thoughts were other place,.
The bullet with a name, Farewell with a kiss, Cheater of no game, No hope with just one wish..
"Those that matter don't mind and those that mind don't matter".
It lives, it breathes, My happiness it weaves, My heart, my reason, My summer every season, My start, my end, My star, my treasured friend, My answer, it's clue, My everything, it's you.
"The World Is Yours".