Is he.

The abyss looks at me.

It catches me.

It has always been my above, below.

My star, my moon, my fate.

Is he.

But the abyss does not know

that I have sunk many times in the dark.

But that I would suffer a thousand times more.

To keep him safe.

To keep him safe.

He can't catch me.

He can't hold me.

I can never have the jewel that I protect.

No such prize is too be mine.

I encourage his blind, sweet hate.

The abyss looks at me.

But it doesn't catch me.

Not anymore.

I see the moment in his eyes.

We had no time, yet I see he knows better now.

Good boy.

I myself look to the dark.

To blissful sleep.

I'm not afraid.

He follows me down like a swimmer in the dark.

I went down to my hell.

He is there.

I struggle as he lifts me up.

But when could I not give him,

Whatever he wants?

I'm not afraid.

I am the abyss.

I flutter in the darkness like a moth.

I hear him speak.

It’s my name on his lips.

I taste the air, I see his face.

And I am powerless to do anything,

But surrender to my fate.