Spin

I don’t have the right eyes

To be away from the dark.

I don’t implore destiny,

Tuned to follow the lark.

Intention and execution,

Nothing in the same.

What summons my wake,

Is never my end game.

The common is I,

Always play to win.

Never the right hand,

To make worlds spin.

So when I see falter,

Where does one go?

Cut your losses,

In destiny’s flow.

A common whore,

For voids to feel bright.

You didn’t pack a bag,

Never saw the light.

Farewell heart,

Take a step aside.

Your not the virtue

One emerges from a hide.

You’re fun is done.

Find a better kill.

How your heart is,

Find the same fill.

I leave aghast,

Tragedy of our time.

Present wasn’t enough,

The past is your line.