My ICE BLOOD ceases

to pump through

my stagnant, pitiful organ

known as my heart. 

Because of you,

Bringer of Light.

You. You didn't come.

I thought wrong.

I misjudged you. 

I must CONFESS 

I set my tragic hopes upon

Y.O.U.

I let you convince me there was hope,

however endlessly pitiful.

It was pointless. 

Now I must ever remain

in the thick melancholy darkness

where I belong,

unable to search for what I long to see.

I CURSE you:

Flashlight in the Night.