In this world of blood and wisdom
I remain a fool
and those feigned sages, they call me
a mere mule
I cherish their hearts
and kissed their wounds
yet in their eyes
I couldn’t be their moon
Love was that for which my pulse
hastily raced
but in my eclipse of sight
loneliness was what I aced
As a wind, I blew joy into their
hearts
in return, in flames,
they tore me apart
What more can I be than
a shattered toy
as the spark in me
they destroy
My heart lies still in
this cruel game,
and here I choke
within their duels.
How star-kissed I must be,
bleeding in a starless pool,
to die screaming for love,
alone as a fool.
