I want to be part of something better,
sail skies to unknown paradise
while finding love in bones
I call my own.
There was a fragment of my soul
in the bottle I threw
to the seas, hoping
it would bring me home.
But then, my heart found solace
in another who ripped it to shreds
and claimed it love.
I became the wielder of war on my own flesh.
Giving my soul to the devil,
dancing away to feel something,
even if it was pain.
I became the only part of me,
the only truth to my story.
I did not live to be bigger than me, sadly.
Turns out monsters don't love easy.