The night sky touches my face and still I cannot feel its grace. I love the glory of the dark and I hate the force it uses to press upon my heart. I wish I could feel. I wish I could know emotion. My heart aches as the sky bleeds down upon my face. My eyes are jealous at its tears. I envy Heaven for the Hell I am in. I envy Heaven. The moon makes my mind clear and calms my questions. Those constant questions that agonize my world. Love? Hate? All I know nothing of. I HATE love for I know nothing of it. Of, Graceful sky please, I beg you, rain down on me.