who has not hurt my heart?
who has not cursed my life?
it is indeed what you called "adverse divide",
when in the name of art, our lives fall completely apart.
why do i have to live?
why do i have to die?
let me just dwell into my perfect lies,
let me have some relief, from this unending grief.
let me just drink this wine of dark sin,
let me just sink into the low tides,
breaking my pride, collide,
into the depths therein live the gods of death akin.
why do i run?
why can't i see?
am i under the roots of this divine looking tree?
this tree tells me that i won't be freed, that now, i cannot run,
for what i've done, can't be undone,
for what i've chosen, can't be abandoned,
what i've wanted, was never the sun,
but the darkness alone, where to i'd always run.

© Athena–