Tired of hiding
The burden of lying is wearing me down
I want to come out clean
Tell you my truth
Show you my world.
I thought about this a lot
Please don’t think that is an impulse thought
I love this life even though it’s far from good
I can finally dance along with the brightest stars
See the sun and enjoy it while it lasts
the skin,
like molten lava,
drips as teardrops
Pandora’s boxes
holding the fury of stars
as the hollow frame radiates
a pyre all-immolating
a beacon for disciples seeking
a world scorched clean
of stalking nightmares
