A Devoted Fool

A lion, its claws stolen away,
its roar swallowed by silence,
no longer fighting back.
Hope is gone; it limps through life,
cast aside, deemed unfit by the circus.
Yet, despite all,
it lives on, aimless and broken,
hiding its weakness, but still feared.

Love is a sickness,
tender and cruel,
a wound that never heals.
It lingers, aching deep,
as you give your all,
yet never fully surrender.
You gave it all away,
left unable to love again,
with no room for someone else.
They leave when you need them most,
turning away in your darkest hour,
hating you so fiercely
they can’t bear to look at you.

No wonder people lose their minds,
thinking you did something wrong,
your hearts shattered,
cast into a void,
with no clear answer to find.
You become an afterthought,
their desires keep spinning
until boredom takes over.
And that's when they move on,
slowly isolating you,
feeding you poisons of false hope,
pretending they're still there.

It’s your kindness that keeps you.
Yet there’s an itch, a voice inside
whispering that something’s wrong.
Your heart knows the truth,
but maybe you’re too gentle to see their lies.
You cling to hope,
not out of ignorance,
but because the key to your heart
is buried so deep,
and maybe it’s safer that way.

You tell yourself,
you’re just thinking too much,
and keep going,
slowly turning into a ghost
in the castle meant for both.
You wait for them,
hoping for one more glimpse.
But silence builds,
the weight of a thousand galaxies
pressing on your chest,
suffocating the breath you shared.
No light, no goodbye,
just tricked into surrendering,
your soul sold to the devil,
unaware of the cost.

You begin to rot inside,
feel the urge to hate yourself,
slipping into madness.
You threw away the key to life,
waiting, hoping, even praying,
but they left,
drifting beyond your galaxy,
forever out of reach.
Time and silence, cruel villains,
waging wars you can’t see.

You’ve suffered so much,
you can’t even remember who you used to be.
Forgetting the pain you endured
feels like the cruelest punishment,
as if losing the only piece of them you had left.
You wouldn’t wish this feeling on anyone.

Realizing they’re truly gone,
you try to forget,
to move forward like a lion without claws,
seeking an end to the ache.
Some say God is love,
that love heals all wounds.
But how can you heal
when your heart is locked away?

What’s left is a decoy, pumping blood,
and you drown in it.
The rhythm doesn’t match
the one you lost.
Your heart, a wounded animal,
too broken to fight,
yet too loyal to leave.
You live like a creature in pain,
haunted by past moments,
crying without tears,
no time can erase the pain of the lost.
And still, you hate them so much,
that you wished for their death,
but prayed for them in secret,
protecting them from afar.

We’re all such devoted fools,
aren’t we?
Giving everything,
receiving nothing,
yet somehow still waiting,
even when there’s nothing left.
You’ve accepted they’d still ignore you,
even if something as final as your death happened.
Your smile is so perfect,
not even gods could understand
what’s killing you inside.

You keep moving forward,
with a heart so jaded,
pretending nothing’s changed,
wearing your wounds like a coat
you can’t tear off;
it’s now become part of you.
But maybe that's what it means,
to be a devoted fool,
to love without reason,
to wait without hope,
and to bleed for something,
only to find it was for nothing.
That’s all.