Star & Nightgale
All I write is a flame of pain,
Where poisons pulse and twist my brain.
I beg of you—please, stay away
From the mess I’ve made, my grand façade.
You’re a star, while I’m night-gale dark,
My love’s a wine—you dive in deep.
And now you're here, already within,
Let me give you all that’s steady beneath my sin.
So take this heart, though stitched and torn,
A sacred flame forever sworn.
I’ll burn for you, both bright and true—
Even if it ruins me to.
To inflict the starry mist of love, despite it makes you infertile to the self. To carry The inexorable 'Flame of pain', to sustain within the unhinged echoes. And despite the abyss, you love, passionately sculpting a void, with the intractable ashes. Yet the voyage is irrevocable let the wreckage sink and renaissance for eternity. As you deliberately engrave yourself within the unfathomable wreckage. You could love, despite the mutating shadows
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