Weeping willows have no sympathy from me now
That’s such a dirty lie as I taste the almost sea water dripping from my red eyes
While the fireflies’ inflame the darkness with hope that I’ve never dreamed of existing
Buzzing brightly ecstatic that the light at the end of the tunnel’s here,
I can’t go though. I can’t depart my death yet. I can’t leave my teary puddles just yet.

I’m numb to your call, your almost attempts for this resurrection, I am numb.
But not from your sadness.
And I’ll curl one last time in the hollow of the roots that are so unforgiving of me
Just so you won’t be alone when the demons come to steal you away in the night.
The same fate for you would be murder,
The unyielding sorrow I will never inflict on anyone else.
So I’ll sit in the shadows one last time.
Ripping my heart, giving the diagnosis that life after death is:
Possible /plausible /has arrived.

I can feel the wonderfully, warm, chaotic crimson ripping in my veins, it's starting.
The unknown feeling of happiness feels like a sin, it feels too good, too dirty.
So I sit here guilty at the willow’s roots, bowing before my master’s feet
Doing my time, my penance, asking for the forgiveness of my old happiness
Condemned to a lifetime of begging for the acceptance that I can smile without you
Groveling at the steps of my willow praying the weeping will cease, will dry.
And the guilt streams onward and the happiness won’t stop coming.
I am the victim in this wicked story.
I am:

The wrong.
The cruelty
The damned.

I beseech the night for sleep; plead for the existence to erase
My crucifixion, My death with no departure, My time for pain
Because your pain is my pain darling, sadly.
Even though you are the catalyst of it all
The moth to the flame, the explosion of worlds
The end of all ends

I can breathe. (How wrong to be alive)
But the sun is rising now, inch by inch till early dawn
And my birth is here.
It’s time for the goodbye as my life begins as yours stays in darkness.
Please sleep deeply, have the strength I did not, be safe, for my happiness’s sake.
(.Selfish..)
And I know the night is always darkest before the morning breaks.
Sleep well darling.
My eyes have finally opened.