In Greek mythology, the Moirai (Ancient Greek: Μοῖραι, "apportioners", Latinized as Moerae)—often known in English as The Fates—were the white-robed incarnations of destiny (Roman equivalent: Parcae, euphemistically the "sparing ones", or Fata; also equivalent to the Germanic Norns). Their number became fixed at three: Clotho (spinner), Lachesis (allotter) and Atropos (unturnable).
They controlled the metaphorical thread of life of every mortal from birth to death. They were independent, at the helm of necessity, directed fate, and watched that the fate assigned to every being by eternal laws might take its course without obstruction. The gods and men had to submit to them, but in the case of Zeus he is portrayed in two ways: as the only one who can command them (the Zeus Moiragetes) or as the one who is also bound to the Moiras as incarnation of the fates. In the Homeric poems Moira or Aisa, is related with the limit and end of life, and Zeus appears as the guider of destiny. In the Theogony of Hesiod, the three Moirai are personified, and are acting over the gods. Later they are daughters of Zeus and Themis, who was the embodiment of divine order and law. In Plato's Republic the Three Fates are daughters of Ananke (necessity).
can i have some time?
oh my god i need to understand.
these rooms we built are growing smaller and i'm running
out of places to hide. cake on the make up.
it's stinging my skin, but you won't recognize me.
celebrate/breathe/believe/behave.
i'm all alone, full of uninspired fury. you're all alone
because you wanted it that way.
let me kiss the lipstick on your face. let me smear the
lipstick from your face.
i'll drink myself into oblivion and see who will take me
home. i
'm not ready for the aftermath,
i turn the panic on again. i
'm not ready for the aftermath, i turn the panic on and
on and on and on and on.
when the lights go out and i think about your brand new
life and mine.
if your still in love is it criminal to let our ghosts
i woke up with my arms covered in ice.
and i was there when they tore your throat apart.
can we live inside a dream
that seems more real than all the exploits of last year?
i hope we can.
don't turn around, i'm not there.
ignore the crowd, they're empty.
and the thread that holds us together,
we pulled both ends and watched everything that we
stitched up completely fall apart.
open your eyes.
but in this dream you've got colors on your skin
and such filthy thoughts about what we've become
it's making me sick.
so we scratch our names into our back
and cross them off our lips
to wake up from this dream. a
nd we turned out the same way
cause we'll both die.
here, inside these arms we're always safe. but our skin
got stretched so far,
we never realized it could break.
and somehow, we're still sleeping in the same bed. or
lying awake at night waiting for the mourning sun to see
if you gave up.
so, use your god, or use your tongue to tell me lies.
are you bleeding from your palms again? a martyr to
yourself?
i'm gushing from there too, i love to be the victim for
myself.
hold on, hold on to everything you have. hold on, hold on
to anything, i'm begging you.
and somehow we're still living in the same space and
lying awake at night
the lives we fake compensate for lost opportunities.
and i can see everything i fought
so i would never be crowded with confidence
but proud of every lie i live.
(i turn the weighted side of my face to this savage new
adultery)
i forgot the only love i lost, briefly.
i'm tired of finding new ways to hurt myself, with care.
so bury yourself in your loss
if you're willing to peel off this mess of skin
that's grown on me.
so bury your memory
of the good you saw in me.
i'll reveal all the treachery when i'm done and your
you lie motionless,
against the floor on which you wept-
about your nothingness.
we tried to gather up new strength,
and unleash it on our past mistakes-
that left us in this state.
you gave everything away,
in the simple poetry
that rolls right off your tongue with such distaste.
so why do we let ourselves decide?
while you hold on to bottles,
and i hold thoughts of suicide.
(how could we make our lives any worse?
we've both become so shallow.
and content with a new curse.)
we gave everything away,
in the moment we embrace-
in the hallway that i wish i never seen.
fight (breathing, I?m breathing)
fight (breathing, still breathing)
fight (breathing, we're not breathing)
you gave everything away,
in the moment we embraced-
and i knew that you would never be the same..
welcome back.
reality stings you with more pressure than my furious
hands,
and the skin we wore is stained and torn.
all our promises seem so absurd.
i've lost my faith in the human race,
our selfishness is our most endearing trait.
and i begged you not to play this game.
but you always do, and i have no choice.
is there someone here?
we keep the lights turned off so we can't see them.
is there someone here?
we keep our eyes shut tight so we won't see them.
open your eyes,
turn on the lights, let's destroy someone.
on an on, our bodies bruise until there's nothing left
(there's nothing left we go and and on and bruise our
bodies).
when the fire washes over us we'll say
"with our open eyes we'll forgive all our pain"
when the water washes over us we'll say