Agnes Tachyon

Some are made to eat dirt, effortlessly useless, hammer fingers, stared down, become a speck of dust.

I keep what's mine covered in my blood, my veins, my bones, covered in thorns.

I keep what's mine bathed in gold, treasured and warm, like a pearl in a seashell.

Crumble down, worthless buildings don't make a painting any more beautiful, if ghost notes add to the rhythm you've never been a part of the score.

Cries, cries that go nowhere, when the mirror stared back, you blinked.

There are two types of gold. One is a weight reminiscent of the past, it reeks of lies, it reeks of greed, it reeks of hate, it has a name that isn't mine.

The other one...the other one holds my hands, her golden eyes, that smile worth a million lives, she is golden and I am golden too, I walk by her side because it's the best way to look at her all the time, we lead each other to a happy ending.

an image of me covered by dirt, it swears itself to be dominant, to be an absolute, my eyes are looking at the crowd, my eyes are misguided.

an image of me, a clear image of me, it swears to be unbreakable, to be full of love forever, my eyes are looking at you, they won't budge.

the image of an emperor sits on my hand, the image of an emperor sits on my hand, it tells me to move forward, to set the pace and leave the rest behind.

the voice of an emperor resembles mine, this time, i wish to look at you as i win my every race, always behind.

It's simple really, some people call it "complete disregard for others", I don't agree with such terms. Would you say I don't care when I'm putting this much effort into exploring the crevices left by my hand? Disregard would involve sloppy work but I simply care too much and wish to let you observe in peace.

It's simple really, I don't need to let you know what my hands are hiding, I don't need to let you know what's in your drink, if you start falling asleep there's plenty excuses I'm ready to use.

It's simple really, except when it isn't, because having you at my disposal is simply too exciting, my hands won't stop shaking and my heart keeps beating faster and faster, waiting for your eyes to meet mine. My hands won't stop shaking and my heart keeps beating faster and faster but such a delicate figure requires precision.

It's simple really, I need to see the surprise, the pain and the pleasure only your eyes can provide me, for once it's not about proving a point, I merely cannot stop thinking of you whenever I let my thoughts wander for too long. I'd let my clothes swim in the red you bring, I'd touch every bone and remember the shape and sizes, I'd write about it every night so the urge to do it again stops.

It stands in front of me, this beautiful path, in front of me, this beautiful path. My name is not on it, this beautiful path.

What is the purpose of all the running if my name won't be engraved in gold? Perhaps proving a point or just to see your face on the ground.

Ah, to have all the crowd yell my name, worship my presence like a god, merciful enough to share my wisdom, even then I won't be satisfied, not until I can rip your heart off and EAT IT.

Dissolution of the feelings, destruction of the ego, nothing quite like watching me perform. I suggest you keep chasing if you even wish to understand the desire that lives in my mind.

To have you tell my name, worship my presence like a god, merciful enough to share my love, even then I won't be satisfied, not until I can rip your heart off and wear it.

It stands in front of me, a path where my downfall is inevitable, if my death will come and your heaven will only accept the pure and the kind, I will live to be vile and selfish.

I love to watch it fall, the boredom sets in normalcy, if it happens again and again and again and again then each time I'll make my method cleaner.

This unexplainable feeling, it contorts my guts and shatters my eyes, will I be able to fly? Or will I fall and die?

What if the fear of defeat gave way to the fear of fighting...

Would I trap myself in the lab or let my body be devoured in the track.

AND IF TIME FLIES AND MY DEATH IS ABSOLUTE