Thoughts of a Gypsying Fantast

Breathless under a starless night sky And bathing in the remnants of your monstrosity I emerge in pink grime and filth Of your never ending brutality. I hate you- yes I do hate you, Nevertheless, I also love you With a love doomed for destruction, With a star-crossed love so evil and dangerous. My verdict to my own is death For a sin it is to possess a passion- All consuming and ill- governed, A passion that destroys all. But though with burning heart I once knew gentle and good things And I had once loved them Before this self-murderous devotion. Let me rest, my heart's all burned And I am left in the wreckage of my love. For a demon, a monster. And I, a ruin.

Caught up in between the flames of her passions and the waves of adoration for what is great- The all consuming fury of emotions driving her to madness, The overwhelming surge of devotion for the good; A contrast. A conflict. Thus, she exploded. Smithereens of blue, red, yellow, orange. She is now called stars.