Fate less world

I lie awake thinking of a life that wasn’t mine

I dine on the feast of your dreams

They are mine

They belong to me

But no, I don’t have the diamonds in my hair

But I know you are there

I know you are scared

Of my words

They burn your mouth like a kiss from the devil

I am lost and dishevelled

But you don’t know

The things I know

To be where I am

I am lost in the land

Of hopelessness and decay

Why is it this way?

I can’t stand it here anymore

I am lost and I am bored

In this fate less world

This is what I call a brainless poem – what do I mean by that?  Sometimes the words flow so fast it’s like I am channelling the spirit world, like I have gone into a trance – this is one of those poems.  I have taken a risk putting it here, maybe I’ll embarrass myself with it, and maybe I will surprise myself with your reaction – who knows?

But this is the kind of stuff that happens regularly and is often deleted, because to me, I don’t know where it came from and sometimes even I don’t understand it.

There were about three sentences that were not written in the above, because the words flowed too fast, but I managed to keep its flow anyway.  If there is any flow at all…

Thanks for reading