It's Your Own

It’s done.
You brought the dark.
I'm closed, cut off

so I take flight in
 this dreadful night.

My misery, my hope

If only,

you'd call it a mistake

then run,
run, and let me go.

but there you sit,
that solitary man
you so strive to be.

When you don't choose me,
miss me,

miss me more

then the consecutive fifth

let me make your night dark

Go down that path

you so desperately seek

That hot and cold soul

You so call your own

This falls at your door,
that I will never be mine.