Sun
I used to think that all the blessings in the world
Are in the palm of my golden righteous hand
Until the masks shattered and proved me wrong.
I learned I spent my whole life in a wasteland.
You showed a window in my endless spiral tower
That I was climbing, not looking in the mirror,
Until I saw right through it making silence louder.
My rose-tinted visor fell off helping to see clearer.
You swore to paint the crimson red skies so colorful
So blood isn't our curse but other way to see it
You thought wings are what help to look so cool
And I knew how to fly but not for the stars you lit.
Spear always continues my belligerent arm but
For you it turned into a precious golden flower.
Glowing so bright it stays in your hair forever stuck
As a reminder how Heaven’s sun used to be so sour.
P.S. the author of the picture is ystk (@yasutak1192 on X)











