Darkness

 
Darkness precedes our union,

And it works to separate what's meant to be.

I've seen our future,

I've yet to vision our reality.


Our fire might still be glowing,

Not yet diminished.

We have started something,

And it has yet to finish.


Broken we might be,

And maybe we have lost all our voice to shout,

But I hold on to that thread of hope,

With blood running down my hand,

escaping and fighting

for a way out.


The vision is there,

I do this, obsessed, just to win your affection.

If not in this life,

how about in our re-incarnation?