"when do some nights end?
where is the light that glows when you need it to?
i've gotten so used to the pitch blackness, i feel nothing but the burden of the flickering stars, their momentary light only mocks me of light i'll never have, light i'll never hold.
when does this night end?
hasn't the clock been ticking for long enough?
each tick resounds in my ear with taunt that i have to bear this night, bear this pretty night sky i can't admire,
bear this darkness for as long as i can before i all but become a part of this empty void."
-k.v.
