Tyrant I/II
I I must seem like a tyrant when it comes to Love, not sure if I want it or not, I push away when it comes time to pull in, always doing things to fail myself from falling deep again, all the while wishing for the things I felt and have lost along the way. I call my guards up and begin to wage war against these things because of and in the name of Love. I do this to heal the hurt and pain that falling deep into Love has left me. Self-inflicted, self-vindicated, is it real pleasure or real pain? The wages of battle are surely ache and loss, a price I don't want to be obliged to pay. II I give my body away like it were a worthless coin, trying to forget that the truth is , I am a precious jewel, a rare delight. I urge the soldier of my own choosing to go deeper, into the place that only I know, to leave his essence to fill me up where I feel empty, to leave a Light on inside so that I don't g...