Exquisite mind, imprisoned in a fragile shell,
Vulnerable like an autumn leaf crumbling under the weight of sorrows. Unrequited love waiting for next summer, longing for the burning horizons of golden sunflowers.

I embraced the excruciating pain, sipping from her every word, inhaling the essence of anguish distilled from every sentence. I admire her, yet I am a weak and pathetic mortal, unable to rise above my misery.
Furthermore, I resented her, for she was not the one whom I desired. I love her art, but there's nothing I can offer in return.

So I left, like a thief, and disappeared into darkness. Darkness is where I thrive, yet darkness alone is not enough to contain my chaos.

Too proud to apologize, I owe her an explanation; may the blind fate decide.
In my selfish desire to own your mind, I present you with the choice of letting me back to amplify the agony of our rotten luck.

© Shinku