Verily

How I burn with sorrows and passions never dreamt Occupied relentlessly with crying buds struggling to open I hold your hand shaking, as if by letting you go, the darkness may return And then the emptiness, the loathing, the longing, the burn Yes, I burn with sorrows and passions always real Clinging to you as my always do It is time, verily; I must let you go… I have let you know, and nothing more do I have to show I never needed to cling so tightly, To the air…unlike hands, the nothingness possesses long stares Lies to break the determined flair I do most often declare For you must leave, and I must become It is time, verily; I must let you go… My time and energy belong to another It is time I must bloom into the beauty I have never deemed truth, Crushing doubt in its sickly path to my soul’s purpose Before it is too late to fly, I must crush what has been crushing me The hands that pull me down into darkness are only hands…they never see The thoughts that keep me in place will slip into the night where they belong And my hinges shall shut, for this door need not be open to this endless night no more No more… How much energy and time do I waste worrying in rotting wars Even now, cursing my body, my determination wavers For I have long believed that I must be saved to be free Where the reigns never fall into my hands, because hands never see… Then I hold onto yours….and my vision is bright with tears… Like a mirror revealing who I once was…everything is clear And as you guide me away from every obligating, pressing fiend, I cannot help but believe the transformation lies between you and me… And not you, who trivially smiles, and leaves