You rose from the ashes of my dead heart,
All charisma and vile, bright, smiling eyes
Ready and willing to flash, to impart
Every secret darkness I strove to hide.
Yet there was a deeper truth to your birth,
A better reason to explain why I,
So stoic and still and rooted in earth,
Chose to reject reason and let you fly.
I was a burning candle, burned too low,
Unable to perpetuate the lie,
I'd made of my downward spiraling life.
The only option I had left to go,
To leave a caretaker inside my mind
More capable of conquering my strife.