It scorches, shines and beams,
It never fails to stun. 
Clouds rip at bulging seams
liberation of the sun never fails to shun.

Golden veil on all, 
spitefulness is hidden well.
To the world the veil tries to cling 
Forsaking the sun from its empty chamber. The unrestraint of the sun 
signifies nothing anymore.
The mundane shadows have won.
The rain begins to pour.
Day after day the soreness cultivates more.
My excessive ache and redundant pain is hidden under my theatrical smile and false delight.
This dismal emancipation of the sun fails to ease the shadows haunting me, 
my longing gaze at the sunny emission hoping perhaps my questions will be answered, but the pain grows, more and more. My fear ascends. I come to except it will never last part; this dim life has forsaken my happiness, I understand now. Just let me be. My appalling shadow is just too dark for the emancipation of the sun.