After months apart,
there you were.
In flesh and blood.

You hoped you could
grasp the light
I once gave you.
To fill that cold hollowness
in your chest.
The cure you keep chasing.

You were suffering,
and I realized
you have always been
a tormented soul.

Constantly searching
for the light
you cannot find within.
And after you abused
your only source of it,
you are left gasping,
out of oxygen.
Like a fish above land,
desperately trying to survive,
you choke on the absence of
the light that once carried
your tormented soul.

- My light is no longer
yours to claim.