What lasts only, eternal light?
I am tired of living,
and that was only half of it.
Things we have seen, not yet dark
as they will come,
as they will appear
if our mind will betray us
I am tired of the image
in the mirror,
the one that doesn't belong inside,
strange nature of the other,
the one that comes from the same
blood line
I am tired of missing wings,
when they spread and the yellow lights
explode in the forehead,
surround it like a crown
there I am queen to myself
and carry the candle light with grace
I am tired of being wrong and right
twist the tongue when heart breaks inside
and brings one on the other side of the river Styx
carry me,
heal me,
I am your child.
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