The Truth of Us

The truth.

It is a curse.

You say you don't know why the fire is there,

Burning you to ashes,

In your ribs,

In their cages.

You say you don't know why we have gone so far,

Together,

Holding hands,

Side by side.

You say you want me to speak the truth.

Tell you why the devil is rejoicing on his throne of thorns,

Trampling us with his army.

In asking for the truth, 

In asking me to shed my secrets,

Like a serpent sheds it's skin,

You are asking to strike a deal with that very devil

Which haunts you day and night...

The truth is,

There was never an "us".

There was you,

And there was me.

And I clawed at your sturdy shoulders,

So that my own golden gate would open,

So that you would be my lock to break.

I used you.

And I rose,

And I ran my race,

And I discovered,

That treacherous fire within you,

That darkness...

The truth is,

I was afriad.

And I swore that you'd be the first to die when I was finished,

Along with that darkness that I was so afraid of,

That persecuted me with your presence,

That rattled inside my skull,

Like teeth chatter from broken bones in their icy graves.

And then,

I became a piece to your puzzle that fit.
Any you,

Became a piece to mine I never thought,

That I had lost,

That I had needed,

And I hated you for that.

I tripped and fell,

Right back into your arms,

And you and the darkness were spared by my foolish heart.

Search between the gaps of the definition of "us".

The truth is,

There is no "us",

And there can never be an "us".

The laws of the universe forbid it.

Darkness against light,

Demons against angels,

Fire against ice.

But hell, I am willing to spend my vermilion of days,

Chasing after a God i don't believe in,

Because you are my love.

The truth is,

I'm not afraid anymore of the beast that lurks inside of you.

The truth is,

There is no "us".

But I will defy,

To my dying day,

So that we can both forge,

An us.

Author's Note

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