Subliminal Heart

My destiny is my own.

My subliminal subconsciousness pulling me in the favour of one trinity or the other.

Our fates run, from the cutting of the cord until the somber beating stops.

Inside my chest and out, the beating stops.

Though our breathing may stop, do our hearts live on inside every living thing we possess.

The one dagger we can give to let live, or take away to take life those we'd trust it inside.

A powerfull thing, that. 

To have the power to be our greatest strength and our weakest moment at once.... in one...

Take heed and save weak things for weak needs.

Down on weak knees crying out through weak screams...

Such a bittersweet thing, if i win you, but lose me,

And live ever how briefly knowing that i asked and begged for this.

My nightmare... my bittersweet dream.