Fate

I run from fate regularly, though you may not believe me- it chases me on all fours, hungry with snapping jaws.

I burn with my longing to live, I bleed for the day I am no longer hiding from a torturous cycle that I cannot escape.

You can touch me but I will leave bruises, bite marks.

I want to love and be loved but I am sentenced to this. Fate and it's ties will never unbind.

I am not cruel, I am not violent, but I am a result.

We reap what we sow and I seem to owe the God's a great deal.

Still, I put on a mask, I play this game because I know how all of this is going to end.

I'm just not ready yet.