Un†i†led Pøem 2
Category: Poems
Current mood:  melancholy

I manipulate existence

How hard is that? Nothing never exists

Processing a thought, an emotion, a concept

Brings the exact thing to be

What is the point of fighting?

Existing exists, that much we know

Existence never dies, only changes with assistance

A sparkle, a birth, a life, a corpse

All things just a stone’s throw

No more a distance than love from abhorrence

I manipulate existence

I lift the stone and I throw

Looking to you, my beloved? My hated?

It is up to you to decide

You manipulate existence