Karmantic
I move on this Earth in two ways simultaneously.
A dark Venus, smooth and confident.
Also as a real life Murphy's Law.
An endless war far bloodier and grotesque than any in history rumbles, within.
Yet the number of it's casualty stands at one.
My ego yelling "Fuck him! You're much too good for him, anyway."
My heart whispers "He's the one."
The battle roars on. Fighting to conquer each other.
Who wins? It doesn't matter.
Anxiety enters and always declare a draw, till the next round.
Karma doesn't need to visit me.
I do enough destruction on my own.
