Show me your darkness.
The agony and the night terrors.
The things that keep you up at night.
The pretty little fears.
Show me who you really are.
Take off the ever-smiling mask.
The lies and the stories that aren’t real.
The end of your one-act performance.
Show me the ugly and the visceral.
Your darkest thoughts and secrets.
And the words that have scarred you along the way.
Show me the hidden bruises,
The ones that you allow
No one to see.
The damage that you wear like manacles around your heart.
Let me taste your pain,
And take the poison away.
I’m not trying to save you, my love.
I just want to show you,
That I’m just like you.
Cut from the same cloth,
Burned on the same stake.
Connected in our past lives,
Our present one and our future.
Because, we are the same, you and I.
Broken-hearted idealists and Byronic romantics lost in the poetry of it all.
We hallucinate in the shadows and
Marvel at the stars
And nothing will wake us from this lucid dream we share.
We are meant to be.
Art: Skull Heads
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