You
by Jonas Hyde

My ain eyes open,
Consumed by the darkness of my solitude,
Ensnared within the shackles of my love,
In a prison of choice.

Choice,
Weigh my fate on the scales of your tide,
The heaven of your love,
The hell of your denial.

Deny me,
And you only deny your heart,
Locking it away as my soul is now,
Trapped in the tower of purgatory.

Purgatory,
I lie here alone,
Praying someday for the chance to once more,
Find solace with you.

You,
The song of my muse,
The strength of my dragonfly,
The warmth of my evening star.