I am what happens.
Whatever I’ve become,
And where I go, transforming,
I am a product.
Imperialistic in breathing,
I expect to end as all the greats do,
Invaded, perverted and in a puddle of vomit.
I am the Holy Roman Empire,
Something to fear, my very existence.
With existential crises crashing,
I can be… unpredictable.
A Caligula.
Angry, I will sleep.
Accosted, I will sleep.
Ashamed, I will sleep,
And maybe when I wake,
It’ll be worth it.
Days like today,
Remind me of the past.
Warmth of the cold
A love I hope will last.
You fear I will not answer,
Upon your fearful call.
I would simply die,
If I ever hurt you at all.
I would end others’ to protect yours.
I would die without you.
I fear for you as I fear for myself.
Daily, I fight to get over you.
You are stuck like a wrench in a cog.
My mind will always come back to you.
The fact that you called,
Shows me you feel the same.
Dcid Corvid 