What do they want from me?
An ocean of tears, my dying heart,
Just to caress the pain in my eyes,
With their sweet souls of misery?
Bound, broken, bleeding,
I've been all of these things long enough,
Wings, buried in this body of creation,
Cry to embrace freedom and fly.
Amber rose sunsets scream of coming darkness,
I no longer fear the night,
Praying for it to end before it begins,
It's unrelenting rapport with loneliness.
I welcome reflection,
For the night is me,
My soul mate,
Keeper and cultivator of dreams and wishes.
Twinkling stars,
Reminiscent of the secret,
Hidden behind seemingly vacant eyes,
Unseen by those lost in the fire of self hatred.
