When you know, you know
look to the distance for comfort, it seems so far away and yet so close.
No matter where you are, there will always be something in front of you,
No matter the day, no matter the season,
there will always be something in front of you.
You were born alone, you will die alone,
but no matter what, you will always have your instincts,
your senses,
your surroundings.
Inhale chaos, exhale smoke, problem after problem, with no solution,
so you live alongside the chaos that resides in your mind,
igniting the flames inside your soul, rediscovering your purpose,
your destiny,
what you were born to do.
The surroundings are poisoned by itself,
the decay and destruction enveloping the natural.
You're immune now, the poison and death run through your veins,
it's in control, you are nothing but a vessel to a higher power,
a slave to time and malice
Copyright © Scarlett Dadley | Year Posted 2025
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