If lies were death, I’ve died many times,
Reborn, yet still living in death,
Repeating the same mistakes,
Now haunted by guilt.
Emotions weigh me down,
Living on the edge, I’ve come to learn
It’s only me, feeding power to my demons.
They thrive on every feeling of hate, loathing,
Jealousy, and cruelty that I turn on myself.
Now I live between the stars, gazing down upon this world,
Wondering how it would feel to have what I crave.
I yearn to be the light that sways the darkness.
My methods may be unorthodox, but I’ve learned
To be calm, to wait.
Focused on the target, even if I’m about to lose the faith.