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Lost and found but never returned; Mended and duct taped together-- Yet still riven deep within; Sundered eternally; dust on no wind Wind to bring the mightiest oaks to topple; Zephyrs of times foretold-- Times of catharsis and of calm; Catatonic like this still air Air to breathe and to suffocate; Drowning in an endless sky-- Rain, but to only turn grass to mud; Prairie to swamp; earth to dust Dust upon a picture frame; Glass shattered but still whole-- An allegory for a light to shine bright; Only to burn out in a cold eternal night Night so frigid it cuts straight to the bone; Brittle like a heart frozen over-- Arteries clogged with slush; Slowing to a snail's pace; creeping Creeping into my soul like the darkness; Black as night and ichor; as a fractured mind-- One lost to time; fading as all does Like petrichor on a steady wind Wind gentle as a loving embrace; Vicious like a stab in the back-- Or gruesome as one to the throat; Cutting deep to spill the blood Blood of life and of death; Signalling the end of one's run-- The end of life and beginning of eternity; Aeons to suffer through endlessly Endlessly, eternally, cyclically; Ebb and flow in the most macabre of senses-- Leaving nothing to chance; For chance is an illusion of fate Fate brings me here tonight; Carries me through ups and downs-- Soaring heights, but still I fall; Too close to the sun, perhaps Perhaps this is not the end; Almost certainly it won't be-- The cycle is not to be interrupted; Though fate may not show its hand Hand me a knife to cut these bonds; Sever the sutures that hold this shattered soul-- Let it be a message to the gods; I make my own path, I am my own fate--
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 5:44 AM UTC
Fragments of a Shattered Mind: III - Fate
Lost and found but never returned; Mended and duct taped together-- Yet still riven deep within; Sundered eternally; dust on no wind Wind to bring the mightiest oaks to topple; Zephyrs of times foretold-- Times of catharsis and of calm; Catatonic like this still air Air to breathe and to suffocate; Drowning in an endless sky-- Rain, but to only turn grass to mud; Prairie to swamp; earth to dust Dust upon a picture frame; Glass shattered but still whole-- An allegory for a light to shine bright; Only to burn out in a cold eternal night Night so frigid it cuts straight to the bone; Brittle like a heart frozen over-- Arteries clogged with slush; Slowing to a snail's pace; creeping Creeping into my soul like the darkness; Black as night and ichor; as a fractured mind-- One lost to time; fading as all does Like petrichor on a steady wind Wind gentle as a loving embrace; Vicious like a stab in the back-- Or gruesome as one to the throat; Cutting deep to spill the blood Blood of life and of death; Signalling the end of one's run-- The end of life and beginning of eternity; Aeons to suffer through endlessly Endlessly, eternally, cyclically; Ebb and flow in the most macabre of senses-- Leaving nothing to chance; For chance is an illusion of fate Fate brings me here tonight; Carries me through ups and downs-- Soaring heights, but still I fall; Too close to the sun, perhaps Perhaps this is not the end; Almost certainly it won't be-- The cycle is not to be interrupted; Though fate may not show its hand Hand me a knife to cut these bonds; Sever the sutures that hold this shattered soul-- Let it be a message to the gods; I make my own path, I am my own fate--
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27/Androgyne/Earth
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 5:44 AM UTC
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