The Acceptance Of Time

My misery and mystery are the existence of my life.

Because to survive is not to live.

The bitter sweet taste of the blood and tears,

My only comfort.

Permissions granted this time forth, but for how long until I must renew?

For I know I must.

Time not given but borrowed,

Only in intervals can we be creative

As the rest has already been written.

Demise walks in hand with sister beauty

And her hand so much more fierce than that of her daughters.

But for her I lust as she intended.

And as I see the end the beginning approaches.

A new story, a new time, a new debt to pay.

But I will not fear her for it is her acceptance I seek.

Now I must await the day she turns me down.

For time is not granted but only borrowed

And my favors must be near exhaustion.