Tired of the hate
Tired of the love
Tired of the heat
I'm tired of this.
All these reasons
But I breath still.
When others left
I stayed still.
Wish I moved
Or lived a life,
Loved a little
Despite the strife.
Loved solidly,
Like my back
Harbouring a knife,
My love harbouring violence.
He dwelled and it grew
In the silence,
In the dark
It grew to be
More than a mark.
He shrunk to be less that Him,
I pray to Light,
That he won't dim.
But too late, it's gone,
Hate won over
Love had lost,
He became what he was made.
Society abscent of the cost.