I’m not upset; I’ve transcended.
Acceptance of the mutation in which my blood has transmuted.
I’ll take my water still but don’t forget to boil it at room temperature;
On the rocks, no spring.
The purified spring must be contaminated again; no life will happen here.
Find beauty in the anguish, fore it’s all you’ll have to see,
No cause cares for a/effect as the damage is already done.
- No use crying over spilled milk; but the perfume is set to burst…
Tears are no use here, as the pain cannot turn to sorrow,
All you can be is you, your spark is needed to shine.
Do not allow the darkest night to deny such light of the difference,
It may be too bright but it always finds a way through the night.
Find the flame, roll the boil;
Blood is all you have.