The once glowing embers of Love,

Are slowly dying this gloomy night.

I recall the moment of my Awakening,

In the heart of mellow springtime.

It was a single painting hung on a wall,

Captured my eyes, my breath, my soul.

Emerged from the deep cold, numbness

A burning heart, honest, radiant, reborn.

That heartbeat, still echoes in my head.

Nothing more did I ever expect.

Blissful times. An innocent Spring.

Light, Appreciation, Love, Purity.

When did lightness become a cross?

The blessed Nothing got trapped by More.

I have been craving for more… I desire  

I am hurting, ’cause I know, I don’t belong.

A pariah, a spineless coward, a hypocrite.

Wandering on the outskirts of your kingdom.

I am not a royalty, I am not a gallant knight,

Not even the jolly court’s jester. I am a lie.

And I am still, hurting… … …

I can’t compete for your majestic fate

I couldn’t be a prop in your vivid scene

Unworthy, unnecessary, I don’t fit in.

So, this is my last goodbye.

Still hurting deep inside

Contaminated with desire

My tainted love shall die.