“My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy”!

inspired.

In my shadows’ domain, where dreams intertwine,

A life’s odyssey unfolds, with a twist in every line.

“My beautiful dark twisted fantasy,” we claim,

A glimpse of my existence, both pleasure and pain.

From depths of despair to soaring heights,

From darkest lows to highest flights,

Schzoia whispers the echo of my cosmic insights.

Bipolar storms clash and emotions collide,

Yet moments of joy in the chaos resides.

Amidst that chaos, I had a joyful sight,

Like sunbeams through dark clouds,love’s shining bright.

For riches and happiness entwine as one,

In materialistic world’s dance, life’s a masterpiece spun,

Life can spin, I wanna be the one.

My sorrows paint the canvas, with hues so profound,

An artist’s creation, gets truths unfound,

In life’s maze, art’s solace, I’m a guiding star,

My soul is transcending, reality’s bizarre.

My fashion adorns, a mask for this soul,

Veiling the essence, a spectacle’s fool.

Through threads intertwined, my identity blends,

The world becomes one, as the art comprehends.

In love’s tender clasp, two hearts intertwine,

Intimacies that we shared, desires so divine.

Embracing the pleasures, passion’s a flame,

Joined bodies, passion we acclaim.

Oh mother, the nurturer, steadfast and true,

A love unconditional, guiding us through.

Through life’s up’s and flows, in its grand race, just by

Her presence enduring my eternal embrace.

Angels and demons, companions they stand,

A dance of duality, life’s shifting sand.

Worldly allurements clash, spiritual whispers guide.

A profound quote dwells, wisdom to gain.

“Embrace the eternal dance of becoming,”

Within Gita’s sacred domain,

Nietzsche’s was true, life’s ever-changing strumming.

As life’s tapestry weaves a tale to bewitch,

In symphony’s rhythm, a life’s canvas to hitch.

In the depths of my existence, a journey is trod,

With Bukowski’s passion and Nietzsche’s mind broad.

For remember, dear reader, as the verses unwind,

In darkness, there’s light, if you seek to find.

Life’s a rhapsody, with pain and with glee,

Simple sets us free.