Amor Fati - Poem by Lily Ives
A fool's gold.
We cling to abandoned altars
With our bloodied knees.
We dream that this time
It will be different.
Living in a limbo,
While the seasons scurry past us
Like a falling star,
Leaving embers that fade into thin air.
We forget to hold the dirt in our palms,
And to see the blooming decay,
And to smell the stench.
We mask our wounds,
And force a smile across our cheeks
In perfectly organised rooms,
Amidst all the chaos -
And waste the only thing we have,
The love of our fate.
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