Let me live,
A simple request.
From a boy destined for the grave.
Please.
Let me live.
I know I am enigma,
Wrapped in ciphertext illusion,
Yet this burning in my heart –
It gives me hope.
Had forgotten how it flares so bright,
Overwhelmed with radiant splendor.
Warmth,
Light.
Let me love,
Let me live.
I have only just tasted sweet nectar,
Purest honey.
This amalgamation of truths.
Fill me with splendor,
Dawn in waking,
The liquid sunshine from so long ago.
You’ve given me hope.
Such a dangerous thing for men like me,
Knowing how many died from it.
We are reborn,
Again and again.
Shifting masses of tissue,
Sudden drops in temperature.
I will be your sun,
When the frost nips at your skin.
The shield,
When your enemies come to bear.
Your hope,
For believing in me.
Saw this haunting,
Settled like a phantom.
Yet believed.
Let me live,
Please.
If only to show you my powers,
If only to give you their reins.
I will be everything,
Anything.
As I whim,
Make you happy.
Make you smile and love.
I will live,
Outlast.
Survive.
I must repay you this great debt,
For showing me life can be worth waiting for.
A Boy Destined For The Grave.
