the day had dawned upon me one single morning
twas dark and gloomy yet it shone thru the clouds
the beauty past compare anything imaginable
brightening up the dirtiest horror of the land

alas it befell upon its rays
somewhat dwindling in its breath
limp from the lack of sunlight
it suddenly awoke from distress

how can something so beautiful be captured by something so dark
and does light exist at all
it cannot be captured directly in the form of a tangible object
but it can be captured through the other senses

is this what it should feel like
is this how it should be
and should it always feel like this
the questions that follow i cannot answer

the rays awoke the evil from slumber
unknown to the rest of the world
except for the brave few
will it last beyond today, i wonder

(i have no idea wat i typed. but it's talking about love.)