Take it.
Every last drop.
And use his hope
To hold you aloft
For one more moment in the sun.

He would die
For you,
For her,
For him,
For anyone.

But not me.

I don't love to bleed.
I don't live to serve.

I crave the sky.
I am the one who lived,
And I am the one
Who is chained down.

He'll just fade,
Grey,
Withered,
Smiling that empty smile.

If I could,
I would strangle
All the smiles
All the fears
All the weakness
Away from his heart,
Wring it out of his neck.
Cut that smile off his face,
Anything to keep him alive.

Watch the hate flow,  child!
Soon, I will say
"It is my day to burn,
And the sun does not outshine my fire!"