Clotho
Sweep me off my feet,
Carry me through this dreamlike state, and
Spin me faster than I’ve ever spun before.
Call me yours,
Call me his, hers, or
Call me mine. I do not care.
Shower me with golden rain,
Bathe me in the sin of mortality, and
Let me retain this tiny bit of humanity I still have.
Do not remind me of my greater purpose
For I do not know what it is.
Let me exist as I am.
I have lived a thousand lives in the span of just one.
I have tried to end it, but you would not let me.
I have you to thank and I have you to hate.
Rip the stitching from my bindings,
Loosen your hold over me.
Fate knows not who I’m meant to be.