Piercing through a wave of melancholy, soaring through the radiation of petrification.
A heart has no boundaries, a heart knows no end.
Stumbling over long nights, brown orbs absorbing night sweats.
A heart does the damage, and mentality tries to fix it.
But there's no fixing dark ages, your heart begs of you to suffer.
The light will be here soon, but today I am nothing without the toxicity of your smile and the warmth of your laugh.
No matter how much I've seen, the light didn't help me from becoming a host to the sorrow.
Where is the light?