And then the Spark -
did ignite in me terribly so -
dose of doubtful Diction - unleashed.
And the soul needs comforts too -
Soothing for its Aches - Oh! - but the Aches!
It Aches terribly so.
Humanity toxically hurts - causes the pain.
Yet, Company can cure this curse -
Paradoxically entwined with Mankind.
If only all men were kind.
This Spark would surely not burn - bleed -
so terribly so.
- No -
This Spark would blaze up Celestially - Angel's push towards the ethereal beauty - and then -

You give out engery you don't receive
They forget suns need love too
Take your presence as a certainty
While your essence, your sanity
Shrinks, blinks become longer
Till lids close and you sleep
Tiring keeping us warm.
Didn't realize the harm it was causing
Don't need happiness to give it
Brighten my dark solstice more than once
I wish my gratitude was enough
I wish I could give you all the love you deserve for serving us all these years
I hate seeing the tears that simple thank yous could prevent
There's a slight dim to your light these days.
Faded rays is all that is left of your legacy.
And I see now, this is more than me.
You just want to be free.
Who am I to say you're wrong?
So sleep, thankless Sun.
I'll miss you around
And the world will just have to adjust

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When the moment arrived
And two possibilities were presented
I took a step back and my look alike
Grasp the reigns and pretended to be me
Through greyscale vision
I saw him deign to stay and walked away
Leaving you behind. Unashamed.
He stood around the corner, watching.
Before leaving for good.

If he had any decency, he would’ve stayed
But he is a victim of empathy deficiency
And I fear he may have even relished
Seeing you so low.
The hellish truth is that maybe something evil
Is embellished in me.
I've got to face it.
I’ve got two faces,
And I don’t know which one is mine anymore.

My best laid plans
Are often ephemeral
I attend many a funeral
On raining days with cloudless sky
Soundless mourners try
To hold it together.
Ignore the water gather
On the coffee coloured coffin.
Drops drip down drumming
A hollow, empty sound.
That makes me wonder
What really is inside the coffin.

Tomorrow is far
And so are the stars
Sorrow is here, a host
Closer than a ghost

A ghost of my sins
Breathe beneath my skin
Whispers in ears
More than I can bear.

My hands are black black
Those dark thoughts are back
My face is white white
Holding back a nasty bite

If it wasn't for society
Maybe I wouldn't have anxiety
I could be free
Be me

Too easy to blame others
But when doubt smothers
It's survive or die
So I try

I'm no saint
But it's time to wash the paint
Most have forgot
This ghost i am not

Tomorrow is still far
No end to this war.

But I'm wise
'Cause i know the sun will rise

It has to