t minus 2 days / / the only way to stop thinking is to go to sleep

tea still tastes good, 

but now there's an aftertaste; 

the blood of her wounds has never before seemed so blinding,

 for now it seems the sword is sharp, 

its dazzling shine ever so frightening.

have you heard the tale of two, who, unbeknownst to them, were three? accompanied by a devilish fate, one with sparkling eyes and chipped teeth?

they are

crazy, 

wild, 

catastrophe,

and they have the power to breathe; 

they have the power to bleed, 

blood ever so sweet,

even rivers of spring desire its taste;

for destiny,

fragmented fate is

but a treat