Destiny is fickle, false,
A sparkling mirage in the distance,
A guardian with a crooked smile,
An angel with the Devils justice,
A hand I took, when I should have run.
Turn a wheel, jump a line,
Cross a desert to get back home.
Names mean nothing, real or fake;
What does it matter which I give?
Neither makes me who I am.
Lies mean nothing more than truth
Whatever happened, happened.
Under palm-frond, star-crossed skies,
Dreamless sleep and waking nightmares
Haunt the living with the dead.
Blood spills warm, like breaking dawn
Across an enigmatic landscape.
Accusations stick like flies to flesh
Whispering in my ears as I walk on,
Almost drowning out the memories.
A world once perished at my feet,
And I reached out to close its eyes
Solemnly I swore against regret;
Silently now I break my vows
With the ease of having nothing left to lose.
But you will never know.
The daggers in your glares are blunt;
The wounds they leave are only skin-deep.
Believe what you will, but
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