I pulled out the knife you stuck in my back and used it to cut you out of my life.
Tough luck, buster! — I survived.
Flipping the coin-it lands on its side-no need to ask why as I’ve grown wise.
Now you’re picking things up in the gutter, sitting on a barrel of gunpowder, disaster waiting just around the corner
and I’m reaching new heights—
dancing in sparkly showers, with the strength of a thousand suns illuminating my hours.
This other light? It derives from the diamonds
in my eyes & honesty, love, honour in my heart—absent words in the limited lexicon of a vampire.
Should have remembered: you never ever piss off a writer—we’re great at target-shooting and make the best snipers.
Life’s not a competition, but I’m winning—the oracle has spoken and make no mistake: it is all-knowing.