Torch to Darkness: The Collection of a Sobbing Persona

Burn

Thou should see me as shattered,
I never begged to be ordinary.
When did I shy away?
From me, I justify you.

The moon sobbed as always,
being only the emptiness that bleeds.
White has won over its surfaces
yet it always pleads like a river.

Where do I go when I see myself?
Perhaps it is the same viewpoint
that our eyes perceive to be when it's not;
How do you see me

Soaked with ice, I harbored affinity;
it ended with a frozen bunch.
I never heard the beating of my heart again,
and you need not to desert my pain.

I'm slowly being taken aback the short flame;
tarnish it with ease and perfection.
My arms tremble to bring you into inferno
so lock me out and watch me burn.