Nemesis

Enumerating through the flaws of time,

Travelling through the valleys, evasive to life,

To hold my spirit, to escape the night,

I blend my thoughts into the mirror of lies.

For you and me, we feel our might,

The might that surfaced through the ghost of fate,

The fate that never reaches the aesthetic lake,

The lake of magic, the embodiment that shifted the stars away.

For Nemesis shall call my Narcissus to the shore,

Where I will die to my illusive adore,

For the wind shall pour me to my bed,

To sleep and breathe, To heal and forget:

The might that corrupted my senses and name.

The narcissist’s blood to meet the lake,

The spirit to blend into the essence of escape,

The world that does not rise or die,

The place of death, the doom of lie,

Adore me then, when ‘I’ fly high,

Invisible, and without the need of pride.

The red that defined my faith at the time,

The black that retreats the illusion to the light.