Love Letter To...

"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled,

was convincing the world he doesn't exsist,

and like that...

 

                           he's gone."

 

 

 

 

Maybe I haven't won.

This fire I feed does not sleep.

and I,

being the only one willing

to spill blood,

for the sacrafice of happiness,

lives on sleepless nights,

and burning lungs.

The fire; my friend

but if only for a moment.

Getting too close could burn the skin,

however unlike most people,

I choose my own life.

I choose to feed the fire

as an even trade,

but somehow,

I've dropped into something familiar.

The hole I've fallen into,

countless times.

It has returned to my path,

once again,

and I have to choose to feed the fire,

or fall in,

with no way out.

But what is it worth,

if everytime I look in the mirror,

I see your face?

The only happiness I'll ever see,

and through the glass I see you eyes,

in their hue,

staring back at me.