29 parts Ongoing MatureBorn into a world so cruel where the sky felt heavy and the nights were full.
Six years old, and I swore I'd drown, but something deep inside wouldn't let me down.
I was bastard child, a cursed name, but I never let them see my shame.
With my lover gone, through the night and the day I miss her dearly. But I don't stop and travel forward, through memories and centuries.
New land, same scars inside, Alone, destroyed, nowhere to hide.
Then he came, that golden flame, A smile like sun through bitter rain.
We walked together, side by side, found a girl with a child's wide eyes.
I didn't trust her, not at all, But he asked me, so I took the fall.
She touched my hand, I came alive. A goddess hidden, pure and bright.
She made me feel, she made me breathe, She gave me something to believe.
But belief can rot, and gods can fade. Now I'm drinking fire just to feel okay.
She's gone, he's gone - I'm what remains, living on lust and a whisper of pain.