Faint - Henri Theater

Left behind by the Heilige family's tier,

Upon his untimely death was a journal.

"A Boy's Midnight Journey", its title read.

Its pages, however, were left untouched,

But for a brief remark on its back.

Expectations, obligations, tedium.

Such were the blessings bestowed by my sister.

Whose rampant desire for escapism soared, leaving my own in a dominant slumber.

Born in a household of lasting, absences and harrowing regrets...

Veiled behind a well rehearsed play of make-believe,

And self-deceit to keep our Heilige pride afloat.

Away from scrutiny.

Away from scorn.

It was all we had left...

A foul ploy to hide the smoldering curse,

Awaiting our impending fall from grace.

Such had been the blessing bestowed upon me by my heedless father...

Of the two of us twins, only she had been prematurely hexed.

Shattered,

Battered,

Cracked into three to never be made whole again.

Not one of her reflections recognized me,

Acknowledged me, even looked me in the eye.

And now, kept from my most cherished bosom friend...

Out of mother's funeral chambers,

And away from father,

There was nothing left...

Not for Henri die Heilige.

This unfortunate soul trapped,

Within a golden cage of dismal solitude.

Nothing left but to follow in her footsteps.

Thus, answering my silent plea for deliverance...

"I thought you'd never reach out to me, my boy..."

"I can give you what you want. All I need is your name."

Henri die Heilige...

Wherever my foolishness may take me,

Whatever cost it may have,

I'm taking his hand devoid of regrets.

Whether I have escaped my own fate,

Or delved deeper into it,

It's of no concern to me as long as I escape the die Heilige burden.

Not here...

Not like this...

I want to be anywhere but here.

"No one shall know of this secret of his, such a privilege belongs only to me."