The sun is forbidden

how saddening it must be to wither away in the dark

alone and forgotten, hidden.

The only past they know is left with a mark

by the ones left behind.

These things don’t sparkle but burn

you could say they’re blind

but really they yearn.

Once they were feared

now they’re adored.

It seems kind of weird,

not to attack with a sword.

Our love for the strange crawls in all,

but how many are willing to accept the desire.

To get ready to fall,

although it’s the buyers

that decide if its okay.

In the end its about revenue to continue.