Did I tear out that throbbing muscle
Which you held just in my reach for so long,
Only to have the platform, the lies,
Pulled out from under me?

Did I kill that gleam
Which dwells in those blue portals,
Always drawing me in
To the comfort, I longed for?

I may have.
I may have deceived you,
But what of it?

Did my heart drop from the shelf
Which I allowed you to place it on,
When I gave all of myself to you,
Finally, knowing the true meaning of love?

Did the fires leave my eyes
After our falls from grace,
On to pits of filth
Which we now crawl upon?

The fires may have gone out.
But I have not lost faith
In myself. I have redemption,
For I can find peace in myself,
Can you?

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