Always.

I will look for you.
I will fight for you.
I will not let you go.

I will hear you.
I will see you.
I will not let you go.

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Light fades, your eyes
dimmer grown
My soul unravels itself—
torn up pieces of paper,
burned, crumpled, covered with
words alight with movement—
furrowed, filling, black and
deep with maddening ink
They were the ugly things
you said, they were the
dark swords that
sought a maiden's death
And your mind glows
ember hot, genius whirring like
the clicks of mechanical birds
But from the death of man first
your soul had shut in rust and
now breathes but dust upon these strings
Was I to see again, were I to feel—
no one foretold the
blindness of my vision or the
bloodless branch-like veins that
quiver with hatred's songs
But there was a Light that shone ablaze
It held my gaze skyward, and
had my eyes birthed wings they
would have hovered ever closer
But Light descending pulsed with a
curious sort of grace, that from the inward
further out it kept on growing
And Light ablaze had dared to swell
beside the spills of my old notes——
ink-stained with old blood——
and growing, lifted the parchment from
the soil, swallowed them with fiery glow
And as these words began to burn my
heart felt the warmth of the sun