I should be one with the moon
Tonight, carried by the silver lightning
You know, the one you struck me
Killing my youth, my yesterday

I should be dying with a smile
Eyes wide open, accepting the fate
Of eternal you
Of the late unexpected gift that was you

I should be without shadows
But in the darkness I am followed
Hollowed yet dragging with weight
Of the old unworthy me

I should not bleed as much
When the goddess closed my wounds
As she held me up from the battlefield
I wanted my last breath with Angels

I should not be like this
Blissful yet oblivious of the obvious
That the footsteps I leave behind are red
As I walk away from victory half dead

I should not follow the light
But I did, and it burns
The warmth engulfed me In flames
Yet my ashes try to retain as much of me