Loki

They were dying and living and dying and living.

blind

and, in the face of blind love, everything is forgotten.

lost youth

why do we always realize too late?

fate

the universe guides my hand,blindly, i follow Fate, cruel mistress,as thorn traps scratch my souland golden frogs rip out my heart,i walk down Fate’s path blindly,looking for something that isn’t there do you believe in fate or choice? or a mixture of both? to believe in fate or to not believe in fate, that is

wither

but we are too blind –beauties of this world witheraway to the dark sometimes, we focus too much on the downsides of our lives and society that we forget about why we even continue living.

ignorant

i have no words left to say, to address to the ignorant foolstheir ignorancebecause they are blind to everything but their lies

forgotten, beaten, ignored

on these sidewalks crackedred paints the winding crevasses around my feet – in the deep shadows,our hands reach out to the light,but they walk by, blind. chaos on the street,crowds skirting around the dead bodykicked to the curb. the pool of blood reaches our hands,dip our fingers into holy water forgotten,rain pours down from the