Bridges I’ve built were not meant for the flame,
I sought to heal what I could not name.
But a Bridge to a shadow is a path to the floor,
I'll never be the living who begs evermore.
For mending the shards is a fool's errand now.
I offered the truth, not the penitent's mow.
If I need to burn myself, to give light in the dark,
Then I'll be the Master who fanned every spark.
Pleading to be resurrected is a ghost’s dying breath,
I’ll not seek a pardon for escaping this death.
If living means hiding, then poison the well,
I’d rather be a villain, from the heaven I fell.
Let my blood and ashes,
Be the ink to my manifest.
I hereby refuse to give in,
I choose instead to sing a hymn.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
Bridges I’ve built were not meant for the flame,
I sought to heal what I could not name.
But a Bridge to a shadow is a path to the floor,
I'll never be the living who begs evermore.
For mending the shards is a fool's errand now.
I offered the truth, not the penitent's mow.
If I need to burn myself, to give light in the dark,
Then I'll be the Master who fanned every spark.
Pleading to be resurrected is a ghost’s dying breath,
I’ll not seek a pardon for escaping this death.
If living means hiding, then poison the well,
I’d rather be a villain, from the heaven I fell.
Let my blood and ashes,
Be the ink to my manifest.
I hereby refuse to give in,
I choose instead to sing a hymn.
02-03-2026
Part III: The Archive of Sovereignty
