The Plan (For Me?)

Stoke my ashes

Stir my mother fucking heart

Try to move something, anything

Prove to me I am alive

Bitches

Breathless, weary from moving mountains

Only to watch them topple on top of them

I am fire, I am unworthy foe

Match found neither in heaven beneath

Or hell above

Dashing, maddening, and forever wanting

Love I cannot see

And a future I cannot hold

I grow faint not from wishing for death

But life bringing me ever closer to it

Yet at a pace my soul cannot fathom

Destiny arrives all the same, so bring it now

Unless there’s a plan for me

For me

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