The damsel in distress is better off dead.

I lost myself, my train of thought like my brain has stopped.

Darkness has reached the end of the earth, guess that I am the last soul to be affected by this endless hole.

Everyone that I loved was fooled, the happiness bruised.

Rolling down my face, I sense that it's my tears but there is no mirror, nothing to confirm how I feel.

Has destruction been revealed or did we achieve world peace?

Just like that everything near me disappeared.

Nothing to see, I am finally free.

I had this fantasy,

of solitude, the thought has never been removed.

I finally understand; the combination of black and blue.

Before this dark, when I could hear the rhythm of my heart I had to bear the hurt of loss.

For so long my eyes collected dust instead of the emotion from my heart.

Perfection attained in this world of pain.

Her death I never saw like the world falling apart.

The dark ate all the stars.

The wishfulness had gone but before long the curse of sight arrived.

The light flashed, there is no more disguise.

I accepted the wrong, I don't need to be strong.

I don't need to chase after dark only to fall, to awake my mind, my soul, my heart.

They remind me of a forgotten tale, the one in which someone was near.

Only one wish remained for the curse of sight to forever be drained but just like every wish, it was in vain.

I see the light of day, a familiar face.

I see an empty land where she stands on top of the sand.

The respect I had for her didn't last for I see in her eyes her wish of wanting to be alive

To be precise; her black eyes were turning white.

Her brown lips were as red as blood itself.

Color of her insides.

If only I didn't love her, it could have looked nice.

Coughing blood, it hurts; watching her walk achieving nothing at all.

Chasing a mirage, this desert now feels like a graveyard.

The hurt of others

The worst of the worst, in search of something invisible,

Just like her.

In this bright light of the sun, the one emitting a shade of orange that can overwrite almost anything.

It makes her colors hard to observe but I am sure that her skin had burned.

I learned the secret of her heart,

My eyes set on her like she is a star or a work of art.

She has no malice against this graveyard, the sun, or even anyone.

Her will to live is near an end, the steps she walks don't have life left in them.

The color of her eyes was erased but still, I can see that she has faith through the droplets of tears

Looking at them I feel my heart getting pierced.

She had what I lost, that spark.

I want it back, I want to protect the spark she has.

So when, if ever again my sight gets compromised I could feel her soul having a magical shine.

So I leave behind my ideologies and my fantasy of solitude.

I quickly move, leaving this state of black and blue.

I ran to her as quickly as I could.

As I reach her, I feel like I achieved closure.

This story of mine needed to come full circle.

I ran back to where I was a long time ago, respecting the sight life beholds.

Looking into her eyes that are now half-closed, slowly passing out on the floor.

I think happiness is pure.

She looks so in peace, I thank the Lord for the sight given to me.

I feel that because she has no malice in her heart, this illusion of hurt does not work on her.

She has a slight smile to cover.

She looks like she is asleep like she has no worries

But when I grab her wrist, I feel her sunburnt skin and I see her smile turning into the greatest hurt I have ever witnessed.

Noticed the bruise that I created, her face stained with the pain of my existence.

I won't touch her again, I understand she is better off dying instead.