YOU BEGGED TO BECONE THE VERY ENSSENCE OF LIGHT.

You are but a silent plea, addicted to filling every blight of doubt creased into your palms.

Nocturnal eyes drunk on the motion of an all-mighty caught in a mirage, all the while blinded white, yet the pursuit ashed your tongue and fed it back to earth.

You spill uncannily, bittersweet refrain and sacrifice cut across your throat, you cannot ignore the darkness that slips between a sheen rage lining your iris.

BORN TO EMBRACE ALL SOULS BUT YOUR VERY OWN

The light is not for casual claim; it must be spared to the cups of warmth without the flame.