Torch to Darkness: The Collection of a Sobbing Persona

Morning

Again, the light flashes,
He became crazier.
It darkens within,
everlasting to hold.

A hum like a scream,
withers his sight,
flooding its pillow,
hugging it for a cause.

His headache speaks,
while his heart is gambled.
Recycled as it felt,
forever by his side.

Longing for a wish,
the candles won't gleam.
Everything is due,
luck is non-existent.

Will he still step?
Where the sun ticked off,
rains become resonant
the sky is only of view.

Still shattered,
deep into the evening,
the hearts of flame watch.
Will his morning come?