Domination issues? Check your 8th house

The 8th house, a realm of secrets deep. Power struggles rise, while shadows sleep. We seek control, a fragile hold. Fear’s icy grip, a story told. Transformation waits, a constant change. We build defenses, walls of pain. Shared resources, a battleground. Where trust erodes, and doubts resound. The shadow self, a mirror’s gaze. Reflects the fears we cannot raise. We project our wounds, our hidden scars. And seek to dominate, beneath the stars. Yet power sought, it slips away. Leaving emptiness, a hollow day. Can we surrender to the flow? And find a peace we long to know? Or are we bound to play this game? A melancholy, endless flame.

The depths of self, a hidden place. Where power’s dance leaves its cold trace. We seek to rule, to own, to bind. The fragile hearts we hope to find. Yet fear’s dark tendrils twist and turn. And leave us lost, with lessons burned. The 8th house whispers tales of dread. Of hidden wounds, and words unsaid. We seek to master, to command. The shifting sands, the changing land. But true control, it lies within. To let go of what might have been. To trust the flow, the turning tide. And leave the need to stand and hide.

The hidden currents, dark and deep. Where domination’s secrets sleep. We seek to hold, to keep, to claim. The fragile hearts that bear our name. Yet fear’s cold touch, it leaves us bare. And whispers tales of deep despair. Can we release the need to own? And find a peace we’ve never known? Or are we bound to play this part? A lonely soul, a broken heart.