When you pledged allegiance to the pain, I was ready to heal you
steal your pride and let it flee with fright,
never forgetting the night you told me
you wanted to surrender to the world.
But like a lighter with sparks in its torch,
you will never
come back to life.
I watch my light flow through you and I know you feel
content
but you drain any drop of hope that remains in me,
let it filter through you like glass in your hands.
You could hold on to that glow
and rinse your wounds,
cleansing and blistering,
burning, burning, burning,
but you seem to fear the scars that will remain.