Everything is more beautiful
Because we are doomed.
Doomed to an inevitable fate.
Doomed to a fate
That will claw on us
Make us feel like a burning candle
In which the fire is fading into embers.
Beauty is a temporary thing.
And we are all temporary.
Tragedy is a thing of beauty,
A spark that only shines once.
You will never be lovelier than you were before.
So please, oh gods, let the day before the storm be immortalised.
For I still want to kiss his lips
And press his cheeks to mine
And embrace his body
But not like this.
Not when his eyes are closed.
Not when his body will inevitably burn.
Not when he will never show his smile again.
Not when I will never see him alive.
This was all my fault.
I'msorryi'msorryi'msorry i’m SORRY
PLEASE GIVE HIM BACK
GIVE HIM BACK TO ME.
I have never asked for anything else
Let his eyelids open once more
Let his eyes shine like it always does
Let me drown in all that is him
All soft and all beautiful and all bright
Or let me drown in my black sorrow.
But i always thought the gods were amused by mortals.
Are you amused now?
As i scream and beg for him,
Are you amused?
As i slaughter for him,
As i injure your kind,
As i kill your children,
Are you amused?
Let the world not remember me for my rage
But for the grief that I had shown
For the hollow husk i had become
For the heartless war machine i became because my heart and soul burned along with him.
Oh how it hurts.
It hurts so much.
For when I always wake up
I think everything was a nightmare
I could change the course of fate
And sail back home
And he and I could grow old together.
And when I turn to him,
To embrace him,
He feels cold.
He feels stiff.
Why is he cold?
Why? Did i hog the blankets like I do all the ti-
And i am weak
To the hands of death.
Let him take me,
Let him take me to where he is.
Oh please, Hades.
For I am nothing without him
For I am a machine without him
For I am everything I do not want to be without him.
Let me end in a beautiful, tragic way.
And let everyone know that I followed him.
That I am with my heart once again.
— I am sorry, My Heart. | G.B.