I was a stranger unto myself until
my reflection quivered in silent streams
The sands of time had come to stand still.
when I revered my love, lost in dreams.
I was a failure unto my success until
my brand battled in its black hole.
The frozen time took me downhill
where I fortified my feeble soul.
I was ugly unto my beauty until
my scruples made me virtuoso
The sempiternity let me fulfill
what I always implored to follow.
I was quiet unto my crimson until
my nerve lost to the covetous universe.
The tears of blood sated the quill
while I reveled to exalt the damn verse.