One day the time will come.
You’ll flee the embrace of my daggered wings
To fall from a nest of blinded optimism.
Timidly into a void of shrapnel truths.
On your own accord, you deny my sanctuary of sunless isolation
A quarantine from your own worst realizations.
… A way out from unblissful ignorance.
If destiny is truly prewritten are all my efforts only in vain.
My shelter a cage, my lullaby a sedative, my vigilance a siren.
Is your abandonment love, spite, or a cynical deed.
I dare not peek below my perch for my fears are yours
But yours are never mine.
I am nothing without you but you are everything without me.
I pray for safe haven in turbulent razor nights.