Modern Romanticism

A far cry

From wanting Hell beneath your hands

As you struggle to crawl,

As I struggle to seal

The cracks in the walls

Of Heaven.

Your portrait is for His kingdom,

Your body is for His domain.

I have sheltered the moon, for you to see the sun.

I have sheltered the darkness, for you to see the light.

Levitate upwards,

Reverberate your heart

Wide open, upon my lungs.

Teargas stings my eyes,

For I feel it could be your heartfelt whispers

Breathing poison.

Still does your darkness resound,

Still does your form hit the ground,

When no matter how high I lift,

You will continue to love where you're bound.