mothered by the shadows
cradled by the arms of our choice
fed by the insanity of our psyche
lingering touches of the cold
we craved for pain
that a second of ecstasy makes us wonder
of life much deserved
but is it?
fathered by loneliness
empty eyes and hallowed chests
children of the night that weeps
lingering touches of the blades
we craved darkness
that a silver of light makes us onder
of life much deserved
but is it?
