And in maths...as I've shown below...it grows everly so complex...and my emotional feeling, ever growingly the same...

Listening to melancholy whispers of a shadow - words of which I can sympathize with.
Speaking of glimpsing heavenly lights, - capturing such beauty has become a myth.

Describing being in the arms of darkness, - a soft embrace that should feel protective,
but feeling held back instead, - while staring at a light so neglective.

Sharing the inner fight of accepting,
this light is to only be admired in the skies,
but jealousy visits at the strike of midnight...when Light and Moon so beautifully collide.
ahhhhh, I forgot to talk to 90534...It didn't seem right.

Sorrow fills me up as the whispers fade...the trials of living in darkness is now known

a connection I feel so deeply,
for I call this forever shadow my own.