It starts with curiosity,
And ends painfully.

It goes through many stages,
Then the aftermath stays for ages.

Ingredients are as follows,
A person that should be hollowed.

A jolt of betrayal,
A strike of being cynical.

Flames that burns with shame,
A poison made out of promises that never came.

A drop of empty expectation,
A flask of wasted determination.

A heart so broken that it can never stand. A scent of revenge that fills a hand.

Mix them all well,
Then you'll see a living hell.

Steps to make a bleeding name,
A monster that emerges from disdain.

It gives light in the darkest hours,
Keeps you company wherever you are.

Stays even if you can't see it,
Gives encouragement to your down spirit.

Only wants attention,
It'll keep glowing to catch your perception.

Can only be seen during the night,
But sometimes clouds gather all their might.

And even all this is done,
The memory always looks like it's gone.

Like a cycle of day,
Once light hits you never bothered to stay,

Always wishing "soon",
That's the tragedy of the moon.

To be sought,
To be the only one in your thoughts,

To be held like there's no tomorrow, a touch that can make anyone forget any sorrow.

To have no feeling of being forced,
Everything done from a genuine source.

You will know if it's fake or real,
This is not something that can be sealed.

Like a job posting for an opening,
Being wanted by someone you love will always be refreshing.

Like a knife with a sharp handle,
Like a match that burns bigger than a candle.

Like a candy that appears sweet,
But its sourness just reeks.

A road that looks flat while driving, but it gets bumpy as the car is passing.

Like a friend that gives you smiles, then stabs you more than thirty in a little while.

It's closer than what you think,
Cause it never comes from an enemy you distinct.

Feeling impaled from one side to the other, it will still hurt as much, even if you don't bother

A drop would be like a hurricane,
A drop that is heavier than any rain.

A drop would cause earth to shake,
A drop that causes mountains to break.

A drop more valuable than silver or gold, a genuine truth that can be told.

It's something no one could bear,
It's devastating than any wild fire flying in the air.

Only shed in sincere pain,
The cause is then put to shame.

There are many kinds of masks,
All fit for each of their tasks.

Some are made out of smiles,
Stretches longer than a mile.

Some are made out of silence,
Like speaking needs a license.

Some are made of good deeds,
Always ready to give a wise heed.

Some are made out of darkness,
Always doing mischief with grace and finesse.

There are too many to mention,
All have the same complications

Are they what they are to be,
Or just a cover for those who wanted to see.

A behavior that wasn't theirs,
All done because everybody gives fake cares.

Gave it all,
Exceeded beyond the toll.

Found every way,
Even there are reasons not to stay.

Thought about giving smiles,
Even if it meant a thousand miles.

Every pain was endured,
Lowered every stature.

Sacrificed all that can be,
So that there will be you and me.

For a long time it was shown,
But you see everything as the opposite tone.

Saw how the road was paved,
But one stupid incident got it all erased.

Went to a point of begging,
For you not to start packing.

What happened next?
Maybe time is still giving a test.

Always want to hear your voice speak,
But now it's an utter eclipse