Powerless

Stare into the galaxy

give birth to the beauty

the words I spew

have granted me

then it dies

leaves me a black mirror

full of lies

desires unfulfilled

I cry

dry lips

hold back the juicy secrets

of my mind

then asks

who should I sleep with

the colorful rebel girl

or the priestess

the king of the hill

or his meekness

the briefest of moments

illusions of completeness

so I concede this

time