Vukić Part IX
I could swear all this effort would go in vain,
but I’m not that kind of bitch,
and I don’t use words like this when talking about you.
I could sell my puny heart to the masses, and in all the riches,
I consume and collect, I could resurrect your name ten times over,
and though you think this is terrible, I’ll follow your power wherever it dwells.
The passion and the falling universe, clings to your kingdom,
I come to soak in the fire, you put it in my cauldron,
burning magic,
I could set spells to your shrinking frame,
you call it weak, but is it ever really like that?
I found you, I recall summoning you when you fell asleep,
no one took you seriously, and they took you for granted,
crazy motherfucker hell bent on confusion and riddle-telling,
I could split the dimensions up and find energy to keep you alive for eternity.
Millions and Millions of particles, fractal ritual of your beaten body,
your tired frame, energy came and went, and i’m having none of it,
none of your excuses to portray your foreign father in what you display,
just a forest man, with nothing to offer, nothing to gain,
that is not fucking true, I will subdue you and show you,
how to beat the pulp of people and their habits.
Breathe fire and pummel everyone with the dragon that sleeps in the caves of your bones,
and between your fingers the poison that claws its way from your skin to relive,
all those moments that went amiss because you forget,
come up again, with the fire, it never ends,
come up again, in the pyre, you suspend time with your wisdom,
and when I call for you, you appear like some phantom,
only I dread your absence,
we have to get better at this,
and we’ve got plenty of time, to fuck this up right and build some more,
and gain the power we lost in the storm,
don’t say it is going nowhere,
we go in blind and fuck shit up and don’t look back,
we attack in the war, and you are born to rule,
and nothing can claim you, except maybe me,
but I’d rather swallow love and burst in what you called: everything, nothing.
