Conversations

I wear no aspects, other than truth

I never spoke a lie to you

No honeyed words, to move you

There's no wicked tongue, behind sharp teeth

Nor deception, and treachery

Spooled out like venomous elixir

No crooked eyes, nor crooked mouths

No abandoned responsibilities

Only bonds of blood

I wear the mask you affixed

Which I cast aside

I am not as you see me, but as I am

Blemished, proud

And unwilling to feed the fury

I never meant to light

Through unrestrained ardor

Flawed obsession, I could not restrain

Nothing more is there than this

Only a man, that grew too possessive of the light