I’m caught in your rapture

paradoxically

As the pain you inflict
Makes me only mourn and desire
the love of which you can give

paradoxically

The empthay of which you show
Makes me only recall and dread
the misery you bred

Death is what it seems, the drainer of life, and the birther of new. Through indiscretion and publication, we’ve moulded and formed our ideas on death, to little agreement.

Yet, few realise we die long before our bodies are lost of vitality, and to some of us, we are never born. To live is to think, feel, do, yet how many of us can say we were proactive rather then reactive, shapeless rather than moulded, independant rather than reliant.

Regardless whether we born into it or not, we should never take away the power that’s within us to change, for there is as much beauty in having a metamorphosis from the dark, towards the the light, then to be of a singular purity.

But fear binds us all at some point, it bounds nations, and inadvertently goes back to us in a cycle.

But to overcome fear is to overcome death itself, to truly live once, is to live a thousand afterlives

O fear that rests within my heart,
entropy that proceeds within the dark.

Your feeling is that of one wrought with terror
towering over emotion and actions,
until I am all but consumed
& bound by it.

Of this feeling you impart, I’ve  come to know & love, for when I fear, I know my heart still beats, and my will still searing.

For you, O fear, only present yourself over the precincts of lands unconquered & lines not crossed.

So when I look into yours eyes,
I’m in love.
Not from a masochistic tendency
Nor from an empathy to stay comfortable,
But, because I know what’s left to live for,
when I feel your neurotic
presence.
The pleasures yet tasted,
the view yet seen, the accolades
yet achieved, and the people I’m
yet to meet.

But of all the things that I love about you, O fear, is I know you’re
the catalyst to my peace,
the lynchpin to my serenity.
For I will never understand peace, if I haven’t gotten to know you first.
And I shall never be at peace, until I’ve gone through the subjugation of your will first.

O fear, my lover, show your face one more time, life is repetitive, and you bring me hope.