𓄹𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.
𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵.
𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥.

night.
the night is when it hurts the most
everyday slipping past me
life sailing away at full speed down a coast
one day we will be free
but for the people i loved the most
they might disagree
soon we will all become ghosts
drifting away in the breeze
until then i quote
the night is when it hurts the most

You merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, consumed by it, molded from it. I didn't see the light until It was too late.