Weakened Fate and Weaker Destiny
I grow colder not knowing what you're thinking, not knowing your pain. Never understanding, or knowing about what makes you tick, and yet the stress makes me sicker. I can't choose between fate and destiny anymore. And quite frankly I don't want to. You believe fate has brought us together.. and yet you are incorrect. Fate has chosen for me to become ill, fate has chosen for me to die, fate didn't bring us together, destiny did. Fate is cruel and so can be my heart, black from the hate of the past I dread, black from the scars and the blood it wreathed in from the gashes placed in it from the tendrils of deception. My fate has weakened, and our destiny shows that it grows weaker. I know you love me, and deep down somewhere in the torturious hell of my heart, I love you too, but right now my hands are in the air.