Victory for (Supposed) Victim

A celebration at the beginning of night;
Lost in the conversation of the beating of my heart,
I stare into the silence; a warm breeze holds me firmly.

I believe!
A toast for he who had me question my sanity,

A dark ocean, chalice filled;
 leaping and revealing some of my sympathies.
On the inner layer of your eye,
I, a broken ray of light, am...

Bent beyond recognition, a morphing of the soul until desolation,
A Victim.
That is how I appear to you;
Weak and frail, sad and duped 
yearning and moaning for you and your love,
Dismantled!
Melody and rhyme leave through the openings of my mouth,
A song sang swiftly to seal you together with goodbye,
I am a Victor!
"triumph awaits you, it is yours” the breeze sighs
still with arm raised  and glass in hand I smile,
the dark ocean, leaping and revealing-
"Beginning of night is not the end"