Since the day they brought me here,
With their hands,
They placed upon my back
The weight of living.
And upon my forehead,
With their cursed dreams,
Touched the fairies
Of despair.
In every second of my life,
I have felt
These sorrow-laden whispers.
I owe you,
My love,
Every bright day
I have ever lived.
All my feelings,
Grateful to you,
Line up at your door,
Waiting for their farewell.
Forgive me,
My love,
For I am cursed
With the burden of thought,
And no remedy, no cure
Can soothe—
Neither my love for vanishing
Nor the ache of your absence.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 8:36 PM UTC
Since the day they brought me here,
With their hands,
They placed upon my back
The weight of living.
And upon my forehead,
With their cursed dreams,
Touched the fairies
Of despair.
In every second of my life,
I have felt
These sorrow-laden whispers.
I owe you,
My love,
Every bright day
I have ever lived.
All my feelings,
Grateful to you,
Line up at your door,
Waiting for their farewell.
Forgive me,
My love,
For I am cursed
With the burden of thought,
And no remedy, no cure
Can soothe—
Neither my love for vanishing
Nor the ache of your absence.