The once glowing embers of Love,
Are slowly dying this gloomy night.
I recall the moment of my Awakening,
In the heart of mellow springtime.
It was a single painting hung on a wall,
Captured my eyes, my breath, my soul.
Emerged from the deep cold, numbness
A burning heart, honest, radiant, reborn.
That heartbeat, still echoes in my head.
Nothing more did I ever expect.
Blissful times. An innocent Spring.
Light, Appreciation, Love, Purity.
When did lightness become a cross?
The blessed Nothing got trapped by More.
I have been craving for more… I desire
I am hurting, ’cause I know, I don’t belong.
A pariah, a spineless coward, a hypocrite.
Wandering on the outskirts of your kingdom.
I am not a royalty, I am not a gallant knight,
Not even the jolly court’s jester. I am a lie.
And I am still, hurting… … …
I can’t compete for your majestic fate
I couldn’t be a prop in your vivid scene
Unworthy, unnecessary, I don’t fit in.
So, this is my last goodbye.
Still hurting deep inside
Contaminated with desire
My tainted love shall die.