I grow cold in the vicinity of your darkness.
I grow complacent under the weight of your troubled spirit.
My fair skin has been singed by your fury
And is now thick with time.
This light once shined across the ocean.
And now dimly lights the room within I sit
And still you want to warm your distant, empty pit
With what little radiance I have left.
But I won’t burn for you anymore.
And I won’t wait for you anymore.
The same voice that tames me
Enrages my spirit into turmoil and grief.
I cannot help but wonder if there is a voice
That merely offers solace without requirements of debt
And as unrestricted offerings fail to endure
Unexpected settlements fail to ever begin.