PyrettaBlaze

In a tryst of exist and exit
there lay a prodigy
to manifest
what begun has been
on it bestowed
the curse of its
end as it is but
a servile birth
that must reveal the real
eclipsed and binary
before the wounds engulf.

To be or not to be.
Its all in the mind.
Either existence for itself.
Or existence for the end.
I can choose, so can you.

You are the first
to be my last
These are my final words