Any thoughts on my latest poem?

Divine Introspection

there you are. holding a
shard of stolen time, sharp
enough to pierce through
the frames, suddenly,
there you are. but
haven’t you always been there?

who cares? now jump.

let the Crimson paint seep through,
stain the pristine black canvas below.
take the first chance
to retreat into the torment
of your own mind, held
back only by the thousand
scarlet threads – ends
tangling, knots
tightening. focus,
focus on how deep they cut
until the last of you escapes
you. will they look my way?

no. now fly.

i’m sorry, please,
let me live a little shorter,
just a little, because
no matter what they say, fate
and Destiny are one
and the same.

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