Come at it from a different angle
...from one viewpoint, you could say that we are important like the sun, providing light and warmth for distances unmeasurable by the conscious mind. Without us, there are no gardens and the void swallows life in this little corner of the 'verse.
Of course, if we are the sun, we are also destroying ourselves and each other in a nuclear reaction that reduces everything to the void, eventually. So do you want to burn with me a little longer?
To burn, to feel the ripping lines of heat as they melt my skin to itself in scars, to stand in the flame and defy the suffering the pleasure of making me move...that is what you're offering me. And the hardest part is...that's what you're offering you too.
If it was just me dying for you to go on unscathed, I'd be tempted. But it turns out you've lured others into this fire, and as I look back at the ashen or still glowing embers that remain of what I've tried to make a beacon of light and love, I realize that the path we blazed is a path we razed. I look down where my hands used to be and find claws, and I wish the red-brown on them was cooled magma.
I'm just the bait until I'm a weapon, and waking up to that reality is something I would rather forego for the rest of forever. I'm light, and I'm a lot of it, and yeah when you focus it through a magnet I'll laser straight through just about anything. Yeah I'm pressure-forged carbon, and I'm indestructible.
I had wanted to use that strength to empower others and protect those that need it, but when I loaned it to you? You used it to deceive them, craft an illusion of reality by way of refracting my rainbow hues. Why would I ever give that to you again?
And that's just what you did with my shine, the sun-shine that comes from every star without a broken heart. Never mind the silencing of my voice, shunning of my sparkle.
"Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not.
You're only sorry you got caught.
Well you put on quite a show...
But it's over now."
