In my darkest moment,
I gave you my light.
In my weakest state,
You had my strength.
I broke myself to build you up.
I sat there, in the dark,
Waiting.
You never returned.
While my demons tore apart my soul,
You continued to bask in your stolen light.
I found the strength to pull myself from the depths of my own hell,
As I climbed the searing brimstone, relighting my torch with hell fire,
You craved my new-found strength like a fiend,
Because I was A Phoenix, born from my own ashes,
And your soul was desperate to heal.