We're quite similar, you and I--
far more than you'd like to admit.
That hellish rage buried inside--
who do you think fuels it?
You burn like the sun, child--
So bright, warm, and stark.
To find you, I dare not tell how many I defiled.
I could not just leave you in the dark.
I held you tight in my dark wings,
only for your light to shine through.
Deep down, it's my lullaby your broken heart sings,
and no one knows the tune-- save for you.
The truth that you, my dear, now know,
is that the fire within you shall never be tame.
I am no villain, and you are no hero;
we are one and the same.
YOU ARE READING
Miscellaneous Murmurs
RastgeleI tend to be one of those that has late night epiphanies that I must write down before they disappear. This book is simply a place to put those little ideas/thoughts/philosophies. Enjoy if you please, and do leave feedback, should you be inclined to...
