The Ides of March

 

Myth of a werewolf on a free magical new moon night

Piercing eyes that choke and glint bright.

A synchronicity of collision between two aimless floating ice-bergs

No one knows if they will break, survive or melt

A record breaking time of apocalypse

Hello sunshine on solar eclipse

Golden fingers dipped in his dark sad void

Silent freezing that scream out loud

Conquering Mount Everest and healing he seeks

Constantly probing the shallow frozen crevices of her virgin cheeks

Forget the ides of March as it's cursed.

Oh! how wrong are you because you are a blessing that exist.

So much resistance, so many masks 

I see you. You see me. We don't even have to ask. 

"Happy New Year, Eve"

"What is happy about this year?"

" I don't know. Seems like you have 28 breaths from now".

" And then what ..? I will be just another number on an exotic list ..."

"We don't know that .. have some faith in magic and higher intelligence."

"Grow up. There are no crazy people in this world, except you."

"Maybe you underestimate."

"Maybe you overestimate."

" I want to remember these sands of time ."

" I know. I want to say sorry to your heart. Just stay quiet under the water and you will probably go unnoticed during the ides of March..." 

"I want to give everything. I want to go with the flow."

"No. You have nothing left to give.  He doesn't want more..he doesn't need more..he won't notice the difference."

"What if he does notice it someday?"

"He already knows...so he will just choose to walk away when he is bored, tired, annoyed or when his stint is over. He is not crazy, magical or mythical...after all he was stabbed too in his own time."

"This imprint will cut you up very deep. "

"It's the Ides of March. Ofcourse we will all bleed."