To the one… who loves me

At the weeping of my pain I dilacerate
Slowly… only pieces of myself last
Nothings else I hide, nothing else I wait
But broken wings that died in the past

Alone, at this ascetic world of fate
I loved… without a signal to blast
All my imprison feelings with a gate
Wanting to be relieved, so fast

And I thought I could reborn
Overcome this terrifying storm
And set these marks free

I protected myself without knowing
That I was just throwing
away… the one who loves me!