Merge, Poison, Torture

A sky divided
is a sight for the living alone
Where fantasy becomes reality
and the heavens are born and dying
Day and night will merge
in a beautiful collision
Becoming a dangerous addiction

Light weeps through a thunderstorm:
The poison ivy of weather
Whilst a murderer graces his victim
with a deceptively friendly smile
Setting a false sense of security
Given the circumstances

A distant stream of colors
Come and go behind black clouds
Just enough to give her hope
But not enough to chase away the demons
She'll search for a shadow
And only find light
Her happiness being the darkest shade of night