Inevitability drowns out reason.
Sacrifice blocks out sense.
No fear clouds my mind,
Only stupidity
And foolish chivalry
Life hardly begun,
And yet so much to bear.
And so I teeter,
I slip,
I fall...
...Willingly.
No time of indecision.
No room for qualms.
I hate my fate.
I embrace my fate.
My horror is realized.
My horror is cherished.

Awesome piece! And I agree with all of the people who commented down below (Hi everyone below
) poetry is all about interpretation... I think. *scratches head* Vagueness is cool 







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