satanic sunshine.

You're my most painful goodbye,

enough to hollow the heart;

ignore all outcries,

and faintly depart.

The afterglow of your absence is dimmed,

and all these lonely shadows no longer worship

the horrors of your scarred grey winds-

bound to the broken promises of yesteryear.

Yet your golden halo stays,

atop your crown;

fires ablaze,

never once coming down.

How beautiful,

so very illusional.