No one is here, just the signature glow of things man made amidst the heart of night-

Azure walls drain into depthless obsidian in absence of light

Eyes stare at wildly thrown shadows see not present but past

While another image hits as if it was a punch thrown at the chest

That moment when the corners of the mouth turn up but with the lifting memory something inside clenches, a satisfying shockwave of pain that comes as fast as it goes but leaves a pounding absence in its wake

Craving pain despite the way it hurts

Unveiling mask sees through the faults to find the light

While whispered hopes are scattered- feeble attempts to turn back time

The helpless cub knowing it is strong but losing the will to fight

Silent screams suppressed and are yet to survive

Why is one so fragile, when sun sets, and stars arise

Soft lilac and withered rosemary flushed out with condescending gray

Change of slide, memories stab for at the wound distant words shall bite

A broken picture, ongoing futile mess- that somehow conveys beauty set astray

For with fire that burns, words that tear and tears that cut- the pleasure in pain shall arise, amidst the heart of night.