Scathed.

If I showed you a world from my imagination,
Would you still think life was sane?
If I gave you a promise to be immortal,
Would you prefer the road of death?

If I stole a fragment of myself away from me,
Would you continue the breaking of my soul?
If I signed a contract that held us together,
Would you burn all the papers in the world?

I could turn the night to shine towards you,
But you burned the stars away,
I would say you were my will to live,

But you'd watch me asphyxiate.