There is but your name that echoes
In the empty halls of a broken heart
A lot has been risked for your presence
But much less has been done on your part
The fault, then, is not in our stars
It’s in the very choices you’ve made
For you prefer inaction over drive
Because you’re tired of love that fades
And I shall seek you endlessly, for
I am a moth, and you’re my flame
Knowing that I’ll burn at your touch
I return, for you’re a fire; untamed
We shall meet again in this life or next
When we’re free from worldly burdens
And I shall remind you of my love
As I know for sure; its win is certain
There is a path for all that lives
Yet no one follows the righteous
I’ve committed sins, been led astray
By those, I’ve loved ever timeless
I can keep digging my way to hell
Because it seems all too familiar
Perhaps, it’s not late to atone, so
I shall opt a path to help recover
But I will not leave my darkness
As it’s the only home I’ve known
And I’ll again find courage to love
A feeling, I’m determined to hone.
Spending years without making memories
Telling oneself it won’t matter due arrogance
Believing that growth isn’t chronological,
That time can be skipped, avoiding aberrance.
Not knowing it may cause emptiness in soul
A void that is indeed older than the time
A man must embrace past to move forward
The way, roots grow first to build the stem
Because some things have a higher meaning
And if past is unembraced, then it plagues
The time gone by is a dangerous thing if
Ignored, it doesn’t catch up, it overtakes.
The child stretches out his healed wings
As a bird of sky, shouldn’t be Earth-bound
He feels the wind again striking his face
Rejoices in wholeness; without rebound
What he didn’t know then was, no matter
How beautiful a rose is, it still has thorns
So he begins again, seeking pastures new
Leaving behind all them deceitful dawns
Child of shadows, once born of flesh
Un-winged, amidst fear and agony
‘Fraid of the lurking and yet to come
Oblivious, to the code of chivalry.
Voids in his desire were unveiled, as
Love taught him; death with dignity.
In desire to be and in wanting to live
His wretched soul began to purge,
As he wept at the beauty of night
He commenced to sing his own dirge,
Then born again of fire; ascended,
Like Phoenix must burn to emerge.
The night screamed and woke me up,
The exhaustive darkness gazed at me
All the ache that I was reminded of
Through the cold breeze that struck me.
I felt all my scars, the glitches
As the darkness filled them in
Through every crack it made its way
Until I was fully drowned within.
The moment I knew I was complete
The hour, I realized I was free.
This darkness I fell in love with,
Had accepted the covert parts of me.