do you hear this?

Fate hums, even if we don't want to listen.

My heart seems to have found a new home, it's sinking somewhere out of my reach.
 So here I am, trying to sustain a heartbeat I cannot feel, seated on a round table with fate. Mind you, he smells of pain and fear.
Fate doesn't like to take the lead over things, he sits back and watches you be. My knees click, my spine stutters, my hands shake.
"Are you cold?" he asks and hands me a cup of sadness. The food arrives, my hands stiffen, "here, take this, it'll help". The ruthless knife of memory, only stabs in the small hours of every night.
 "Why am I here?" with every ounce of strength I whisper it, almost choking on my words.

"I'm writing.. a lullaby."

The silver rays of the shying sun
swaying in the blueness of a crumbling sky
do they need the beam of light
when death has found a seat among them?

The table stirs, I can feel him breathe. He, in all his glory, standing upon the decaying soul of mine. Have you ever felt a sense of rhythm amidst deafening chaos? It's him. He hums. And only some of us learn to listen.