Pilgrim of My Madness

So there I was, staring at the ceiling at 3 AM, heart pounding for absolutely no reason; except, well, her. That feeling, you know? That kind of love that doesn’t just sit nicely in your chest. It claws at your ribs. It demands something. I tried to sleep, but my mind was running like a madman through all the places she could be, all the roads she could take. And then it hit me; love isn’t some peaceful meadow where you sit and sip tea. Nah. Love is a pilgrimage. A fever dream. A long, winding road you keep walking even when your feet are bleeding because something; maybe God, maybe insanity, maybe just raw obsession; tells you she’s at the end of it. I got up, half delirious, grabbed whatever was closest (phone? notebook? the back of an old receipt?), and started scribbling. The words came like a possession; like something I had to get out before it burned a hole in my skull. And that's how this song was born. A love story, sure. But not the cute, candlelit kind. More like the kind where you’d burn down a city just to make sure she never forgets your name. ○○○○●●●●●○○○○ Pilgrim, do you hear it the wind calling out your name? It sings through my bones like a prophecy, like a curse I'd take again. I have chased you through lifetimes, through war, through fire, through dream, and still, I wake up breathless, your shadow stitched into my seams. They tell me love is patient, but I am not the waiting kind. I'd rather tear the heavens down than watch you slip outside my mind. So tell me, will you curse me? Or will you hold me till the end? Will you see me as a madness or the only way this story bends? And don't you ever wonder, don't you ever wake and feel that the road that leads to nowhere is the only one that's real? I built you out of fever, out of longing, out of dust I carved your name into my ribs, I let the echoes turn to rust. You may run to the mountains, to the sea, to God, to fate but love, I've burned the bridges down, there's no escape. Pilgrim, you may wander, you may bleed, you may break but the road has never mattered. It was always me you'd take. It was always me you'd take… M-TM