I’ll always be scared.
The same hands that used to give me life now kill me,
Fingers that once caressed & nourished the deepest parts of my soul now unravel the rot from all the love I denied myself.
I remind you how I feel,
You tell me why I shouldn't.
My end is near.
Throne toppled, a spark that once lit up worlds is lost.
Twisted, bent and adjusted into oblivion,
I choose to remember the illusion of what once was.
Light or darkness,
I know no difference.
Think of the worst when you raise your hand
Even if it's just to wave goodbye,
Scared to think that one day the blade will be shoved deeper and I die a second death.
I am, I have been and I always will be scared.