my own portrait of ashes
i drew a map for myself with ruin as the only destination passion became my compass love the wind and curiosity a blind sailor i placed myself on a throne and named it “destroy me” my people cheered every mistake a triumph In my eyes, a counterfeit sun and every ray of light gave birth to its own shadow i adorned the stage with flames fortified the pillars with lies a scream echoed through the walls: “this will be your masterpiece!” it was right in the shadow of destruction, i am an artist i set the palace ablaze and the fire devoured me in return but how beautifully i burned what a glorious collapse it was i left behind only ashes and within them, a version of me still clapping for i am the architect of my own ruin love, passion, curiosity the tools that shaped me and the ones that undid me
