He said he's used to living in the dark, That he knows every demon from his past, That he isn't afraid of dying--let alone being hurt.
And all I could think of was, WHAT THE **** How can something so beautiful be so broken, How can someone so delicate be exposed to culpability.
Let me mend you, with my light. It's not as bright, but I hope to bring you comfort. Smother you with lambency, And lay you down in a bed of reassurance.