For many months I fought,
Against all odds,
Defeating death,
And eating the rest.
Devouring worlds,
Being on my own.
And not a single day
Has passed
That I haven't missed
Being at the top.
Sure it's cold,
And sure I'm alone
But everything is fine,
As for once
I have time
To be something--
Something that lasts
For centuries to come.
A piece of history,
Engraved on the walls,
Skipping time,
And breaking dawn,
Invading minds
And seeing the light.
Even if the last of me,
Will never escape.
The inevitable fate
That life has around me
The fate of being alive,
Is clearly a song
Sung to those
Wishing immortality,
Power,
And lust of all untouchable.
Tell me,
Do you wish to be me?
A thirsty king
With unquenchable desires,
Longing to be at the top of all?
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
