I will always be here for you.
I've filled all these blank walls with my portraits.
I've encrypted my emotions into the letters on the parchment.
I've waited for you late into the night, early into the morning, past into the end.
Even if no one loves you in this sphere of hate, I still do.
Even if the world is too loud to hear you, I still listen.
Even if you're lonely in this existence, I'm still with you.
When the sea of grief swallowed your whole, I reached for you.
When you wanted to wreak havoc in your anger, I held you.
When you showered the world with your happiness, I smiled with you.
When all life withers and the fires no longer burn.
When the world finally ends and the stars fail to shine.
And when everything ceases to exist.
You'll be a painting on a canvas.
An ink stain on the paper.
A piece of myself.
I'm still here.
