While I sacrificed all imperfections
For one perfection,
For one love,
Fate was there to curse me.While I sacrificed all the time I had
For one moment,
I received a blame, by fate and its surrounding colors.
What a spectacular array of sequences
That bordered on imprisonment.With her, in arms,
I faced the face of Death,
And I spat in its face.With her, in arms,
A weight I lifted in one,
I walked miles across desolate fields
For lost time.I walked before the winter’s landscape
With beauty in my hands.I made arrangements in uplifted gardens
For lost time, as my only reward.Love fueled me,
And I never felt so strong
When Death was no longer a certainty
To face, as the spittle dribbled off the skull’s cheekbone.But, for lost time,
I made my way only for her,
Only for her,
And seemed to die, only for her,
Not for us.