abstract, Digital drawing, Line art, poetry

One to my one.

My will is my ego,

My life is the Id,

what of my wants shall be my desire.

what of my needs will come undone from my own fire.

Hail Prometheus,

Aye Thor,

you of old knew of what can be,

yet in the end.

You loved your death above all else,

so many more can come from.

To me,

I’d rather be awakened,

to sleep forever is and always

what death does.



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