I not them.
I hold the secrets to all that is,
I hold the power to decide what is,
I am everything and everyone.

I hate you.
Not because of what you did to me,
But because of what it turned me into.

Once more I tread this course,
One I know far too well.
I enter with hope as well as caution,
For I hope to know your beauty as well as I do your horrors.

I am soaked in the overwhelming need for you,
Yet I still feel the burns from our last encounter,
So why do I still long for you?
Is it truly in search of your beauty?

Or maybe it’s something a bit more selfish..
Maybe I don’t want to be alone any longer.
Maybe I’ve gone insane.
But if so, then haven’t we all?

I wish I could start anew,
But with silence comes the thought of you.
The lost boy who lost his partner,
Searches all over, here and yonder.
She left so fast, left him to ponder.
Is there anyone who’s seen my partner?

Blood is red and the sky blue,
There is no length I wouldn’t go to,
If it meant that I could see my partner.

Snow days in nor Christmas joy,
There’s nothing that can please this boy,
All I want is to see my partner,

Eight years young or eighty old,
The winter nights are awfully cold,
Especially when I’m all alone,
I still have yet to see my partner.

My brother’s arm, my sister’s hand,
I forgot all about my siblings.
My mothers love, my fathers pride,
You cannot say I didn’t try,
I never did find my partner.