Oblation for love,
but it's unbearable consecration,
It’s not an altar
when it takes everything
you desired.
For chess’s dark or white piece—
why must it wound another’s peace?
For voids, no creation is needed;
emptiness speaks instead.
For sun’s warmth, so like life,
why must it burn the crescent moon at night?
Now imbalance grips too tight—
two halves never sealed in silence.
The dark embraced with resilience
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
Oblation for love,
but it's unbearable consecration,
It’s not an altar
when it takes everything
you desired.
For chess’s dark or white piece—
why must it wound another’s peace?
For voids, no creation is needed;
emptiness speaks instead.
For sun’s warmth, so like life,
why must it burn the crescent moon at night?
Now imbalance grips too tight—
two halves never sealed in silence.
The dark embraced with resilience
Sometimes sacrifices for others betterment left us with unbearable pain it just not burn the one but it burns the whole world belonging to one
So the question is, is it worth to make sacrifices or to be sacrificed? Where both collapse