Tears over my inner Titan fire,
Rage over my unfulfilled, not tamed
Desire
I say, get me living get me dire.
Death and I are old early pals
I living for her since my childhood, merciful hire
To spread my vision as well my desire.
Not afraid of losing,
Not valuing winning
Being a winner of luck,
A monster, but always stuck.
Yet, dreaming with damsels
First time in the morning
Awaiting till this age always horning,
I cry over my unfulfilled longevity
I punch the points of all knives
Dreaming about having legerity
About my inescapable brevity
I myself an hive
Destined to thrive
Alone,
Entropically, Death
Or, particles, alive.
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