is my
burning
others
really worth
the passion
i infuse?
...
defuse?
blaze?

false

i am
always
returning
on the same
path.
a single
flame.
being
true,
just.
all others
i grow
cold.
so
cold.
but
so
true.
this verse
is mine
alone
to live
it seems.
my queen
is afar
if she ever
exists.
them princesses.
accursed.
remainder
of my
cold.
boon
to my
sun.
boon
to my
heart.
so false.
so false.
so false.
so cold.

science

will nothing
come against
us
to paliate
our
civilisation
of
science?
will our
downfall
be so
predictale
through
our lack
of fears
towards
sex
and
death
as to
give us
unlimited
dreams
and
illusions?

destiny

how does
such a
situation
arise
from naught?
what spans
from the
past
this future?
is it
stoic?
or can
we
shape
its tendrils
from our
own
might?
how does
destiny
gets its
mistress?

cold

what has
happened
to my
crown?
have i
become so
numb
from its
gold
that its
flames
burn me
without
a sear?