Tag Archives: muse

Merge with your best version but draw your final breath before you can enjoy the power of being complete. No one is ever truly complete and alive.

Fear of death gives birth to me, the siever of souls too anguished to try, but whose beautiful screams fuel my strength and keep those opposing me on their knees.

Enter the empty garden of hardened dirt and try soften with blood, soak it into the ground and see what life you create, crawling its way up through bloodlust.

Use the past’s covers to weave a loved one’s gift, strands of your own hair forming the stitches and creating a symbol of a chosen family who you trust and will never replace.

Count the successes and decide if they can be tricked away before you consider the option of playing fair and meeting me on equal ground.

Farm the fish with legs, shoot from a distance and watch them dissolve into experience for you to drink and challenge the real power beyond.

Hidden instead of believed in, disguise yourself and fear with me rather than being encouraged to dream of fantasy becoming real and stepping out into the sun.

Sleep through pain but wake to agony. Is it the only proof you are alive? Or will enduring it one day show an existence of hope and change.

Calculate a lie and hope it becomes real so peace remains balanced and your day isn’t disrupted with emotions.

The ideal me is still the same but more resilient. Not taller or smarter, because who would that be? A fantasy so built up the original is gone. I will not change myself, and you shouldn’t wish me to.