The real tragedy of life is when Light is feared.
Yet, it is a truth for most mediocre and perhaps philosophers;
There will always be solace in the darkness.
The Devil survived heartless tragedies and stories of the past he would perhaps rather forget,
Chained to rule on Hell as his demons struggle to suppress confusions and regrets and losses,
Distorted of his miseries manifested in his dark eyes,
He was once Light, sought after it, but never again.
We all desire darkness to succumb to;
When truths hit our eyes like a blinding light,
When our wounds have grown old but never healed,
When we lose a good part of ourselves over time, and we would rather not resort to Light and see it.
IA
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
The real tragedy of life is when Light is feared.
Yet, it is a truth for most mediocre and perhaps philosophers;
There will always be solace in the darkness.
The Devil survived heartless tragedies and stories of the past he would perhaps rather forget,
Chained to rule on Hell as his demons struggle to suppress confusions and regrets and losses,
Distorted of his miseries manifested in his dark eyes,
He was once Light, sought after it, but never again.
We all desire darkness to succumb to;
When truths hit our eyes like a blinding light,
When our wounds have grown old but never healed,
When we lose a good part of ourselves over time, and we would rather not resort to Light and see it.
IA
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