Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Death!
Call out my name,
Bring out the shame,
Nothing’s the fucking same!
Death!
What a trip,
Lost all my grip;
There’s nothing left to strip!
Death!
Let me stay,
Erase this fucking day;
The metal comes to play.
Death!
Call out my name,
Don’t try to tame
The master of the game.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration behind "The Master of the Game" comes from a deeply introspective experience where I grappled with the concept and call of death. This poem captures the raw emotions and existential turmoil I felt, using vivid imagery and intense language to convey the profound impact of that experience.
- Category: Gothic
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