I don't remember when was the last time, since my heart throbbed,
away from alluring emotions, but sensitive enough to feel the frost.

People, they glimmer in hope, adorned by the fire like moths,
yet the igni eats us all away, burns all the quenchful feeling we ever hath.

Seems so pretty from afar, the sparkling distant stars,
and here I am, gazing at the emptiness, and the one staring...