you are but a silent plea, addicted to filling every blight of doubt creased into your palms.
nocturnal eyes drunk on the notion of an all-mighty sun caught in a mirage, all the while blinded white, yet the pursuit ashed your tongue and fed it back to earth.
you spill uncannily, bittersweet refrain and sacrifice cut across your throat, you cannot ignore the darkness that slips between a sheen rage lining your iris.
BORN TO EMBRACE ALL SOULS BUT YOUR VERY OWN.
the light is not for casual claim; it must be spared to the cusp of warmth without the flame.
