Literature
Type Two Hypothetical
What if I'm not the hero?
Your faith, blinder than your love
Unquestioning as your loyalty
Refuses to waver
But don't you ever wonder?
Don't you doubt yourself
As I boil, burn and break
As I drag myself to the surface
Again and again, I resurface in your arms
Again and again, I pull you under
But don't you ever question?
So, so silently questioning
These motives of mine
If not yourself, would you doubt me?
Will you doubt me
Before, at last, we run out of time
I shroud myself in stolen certainty
What more could I be
Than this reflection?
Neither know, nor will we
Perhaps we will, so nightly
I pray you can see through me