Look where we have arrived; this place shines bright at night. They’re swimming in tears, tripping on guilt, these ailing bipeds and dancing to music of breaking hearts. “To glory” they say, the hedonists who reign their own worlds, going down the spiral of caprice and sin. Avarice had plagued them since long but look again, do they see it? I know, ignorance is bliss. The sun has set and refuses to rise for the night is romanticised;
But now, there shan’t be light.