For some reason I know:
he loves me more than darkness,
as he followed my steps hundred times, nerveless, harmless.
No, he didn’t die, burning, scaring, loving,
just continued to shine as meteorite, isotope uranium.
Otherworldly he was defeated by me,
full, completely,
but he found the strength to release
from offended lepers.
For some reason I know
he remembers me, feelings, whispers,
he became one of those who escaped from death as a miracle.
Playing hide and seek with himself, growing beard, whiskers.
Holding my pain, returning to darkness, putting other prices,
he allows the darkness itself
to find the answers.
Try endure me, wait for sunrise
with no advances.