His Story

He danced with me, looked at me, felt me.
He saw me. But I was empty, even then.
Lost in my chaos
He was my Ilium

Is there nothing fair about who wins or dies?
The question mark marks the question
But what marks me?
Black or white
Heaven seems too cloudy
And hell is murky
So where do I stand

I go with him. Want to be like him. Still, I end up killing him
I know him, but not myself

I always come away missing something.
I am not dieing for the touch
I am dieing for me

He wanted to love me
I just wanted to love my self
I took refuge in his arms
But my desolation could not be hidden
I should have known

So this is where I am
At my last stand
My last chance
I wish you'd come
But I know you will not

It's pretentious, I know
But who else will pick me up?
You are still somebody
You danced with me...