Oh, but you suffer
my golden one
You suffer for the scars of the future
and of the past
Oh, my fragile golden one
who fell for the silence
and the silence made you deaf
to the yells of your own
For the silence, which was dark,
the darkness within it
Oh my golden boy
you could make the pain voiceless
yet you wanted it to scratch your marble skin
and hollowed cheeks
and oh, those mournful eyes of yours
tearless after these years
of the world collapsing
right in front of them, right to your feet
Oh, my golden lover, you could had it all
and yet you’ll always itch for me
in this life or another
disastrous déjà vu, my dear
because I want the best for you
and you always choose to love me.