My Cycle (To Her)

At dawn, I wake
to break the quiet
and see her all again.
But today, at dawn,
I woke, she's silent,
a chronicle of my human sin.
It was my greed
and my own heart
that betrayed me in the end.
They whispered desire
that wily art
so as to watch me bend.
I know enough of love
and of pain
to regret and know I'm wrong.
But what, what is it, my flaw
that taunts me again and again
and turns my life from play to song?
O' damn this laughter
her haunting face
these people that I know.
I cannot live this way
no matter how I brace,
this is no life for me, I go.
But not before I begin,
to break it all apart.
My rage has built a tempest
of flame and burning rain.
I will the mists around my heart
to rip my love and pain to mist.
This is my fault,
I am to blame.
Yet i can bear it no more,
I am no longer my own self
I am the new flame,
I am the god of vengeance born.
And now the lonely seas I sail
in hopeless lust of forgiveness.
These waters break my rage and rain
comes down to find my cold.
I have lost us both in hope of bliss,
and buried us both to see me sane.





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