I have outgrown from this self annihilation
Self insecuring and procuring at the same time
I sliced my vulnerabilities into different era's
Thought, that if they collide
They might bring all the 9 circles of hell
(As not Dante suggested but yeah similar to it)
In my organs and then there is no way for segmentation out of my soul.
Keeping two river separate from bay
I always lived two lives in me
The one I have offered to people
The one I offered to myself
And maybe because of this
Serendipity never drawn the full moon
In my twilight.
(There is no shortage of hearts mortgaged
But light always rain at the end.)