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
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
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