Awakening

Sitting in the floor alone, in my room He is in front of me Staring at me, with his shattered eyes. What have I done to you? No answer. Don’t you want to keep paying the privilege of living? He tries to stop the pumping. I wont let him. I need him. He doesn’t need me. Asking me what is left when you don’t live pleasing me? I was searching for your joy all my life Leaving behind all my dreams All you gave me was what you not are The opposite of what you stand You don’t deserve to live in our time This age is not made for me to walk with you. He fades in his own ashes in the faith that he can be reborn someday.