Constellations Of The Mind

My Plot Has Been Twisted

A prose like a bleeding rose

And burning amethyst

Poetry in a dark scene

That has been scattered perfectly

A genre of defense and worry

The warriors exposition will burn baby burn

Ablaze in the night

Catching stars on fire

Followed by a sturdy resolution

That will leave you falling in love

With what you have seen

And not what you have known

And a mind that compares to the strongest of all protagonists

Even though the antagonist eats at the soul from within ourselves

A conflict of confusion

That leaves you wondering

Why you are reading this

Right now

Right here

Do you really care?

And if so

Why

I

WOULD

LIKE

TO

KNOW

WHY

I am quite a peculiar character, aren't I?

I assume that I cannot control my own oddities.

My plot has been twisted, but the twist is that there was never a tsiwt to begin with.

SAVE ME!

SAVE ME!

I HAVE FALLEN

From

My

Sanity.

My plot has been twisted.

Am I correct?