Was it a foreshadowing of my future? Or just a tunnel with light at the end?
Were we born with the curse of desire, or is it just in our bones when we're dead?
Will the fractures in our minds heal quickly, are we simply too broken to mend?
For a lingering moment I felt so alive
My mind was like quicksand, absorbing the time
Leaving space for our trembling hearts to divide
This time I'll have to be more careful to avoid the very traps that I designed
You are the cold that collects in the night air
You are the moment before my first breath
You are the sun and the shadows beneath it
My brightest light and my darkest contempt
Would you guess that the flame you ignited would burn you till nothing was left?