I slowly stumbled into a trance,
Though my life was no Waltz, just a casual prance.
For years I moved slow and drunken,
I've raised my ship from the dead, which was once sunken.
Around I spun in a toxic love.
You jarred my soul out of it's shell,
I slowly got closer to the edge, the cliff above the abyss before I fell.
My portions of mind, body and soul were stolen, used.
Even I'm a mortal, I no longer fear death which you abused.
You are no angel, neither human; you're a phantom.
I'm fortunate enough to have met you,
Your dynamic intentions injured my wings, yet I still flew.
Power was caged, I promise I won't be bitter.
Get lost, and find others to lure with your fake glitter.
The hot embers have turned lukewarm, yet the scars still remain.