Spare Me

The white noise

Blinding,

Binding us

To its unbearable heat.

It's waiting,

Waiting to disperse,

Refract rainbows-

Into a thousand words.

We wear wings

Yet we laugh at its thirst;

For the best monsters

The limit is the sky.

But you

Are the truest of them

All.

Spreading your wings

Leaping

Shooting at me

Making me float

For I was just a

White noise for you

Who’s thirst,

You quenched,

With forevers.

Simply,

Empty promises;

Devouring me whole.

Those dreams of fantasy

Were left-

Reckless abandonment,

With hunger

Dancing in its eyes

For that sardonic art

Only is appreciated by

Pain.

Such immense pain-

That the halo cannot

Conquer,

That cannot be caught

In the fisherman's net.

It sprouts out of me

Like a plant that you've

Sown

Who’s not getting enough

Water-

Like any creature

Surviving-

It has to kill one

For the other to live.

So, spare me,

Your gracious,

For I'm no white light.

I dwell in this broken bulb

That only emits warmth

That will condense you

Into a shapeless being,

For love has no shape;

Nor does hate.