I’ll wear the crown of thorns you wove,
And inhabit the ghost you see,
If casting me as the villain
Is what finally sets you free.
I’ll step into the dark of your ink,
The shadow that holds the blame,
And seal my lips in a lifelong vow
To never breathe your name.
For the deepest love is a hollow space—
A choice to be erased,
To let the memory of my soul
Be utterly displaced.
I leave the stage, I drop the mask,
I surrender the final fight;
I’ll be the villain in your tale,
Then vanish from the light.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:36 AM UTC
I’ll wear the crown of thorns you wove,
And inhabit the ghost you see,
If casting me as the villain
Is what finally sets you free.
I’ll step into the dark of your ink,
The shadow that holds the blame,
And seal my lips in a lifelong vow
To never breathe your name.
For the deepest love is a hollow space—
A choice to be erased,
To let the memory of my soul
Be utterly displaced.
I leave the stage, I drop the mask,
I surrender the final fight;
I’ll be the villain in your tale,
Then vanish from the light.
## The Martyrdom of Absence
