The faithless midnight and the empathy. You have to sit tight you're too dead to see The eye of blindness and serenity. The eye of lies.
The anger seizes your subconsciousness. It's just like feeling the distortion as You bear the depth behind the fancy dress. Behind disguise.
You love the nature of self-ignorance Instead of loving and caressing strength, But only thing that you posess Discloses night.