The Night drives around
Bringing painful gifts
Memories is their name
Crystal clear they sit on edge
Shine of them blurs the pain

Falling apart the shards they carry
Bring along the blood of painful merry
Illusions comes into realisation
Shine of it luring eyes

Lurking around the truth of wise

Read it first
Deny it second
Blurry-blind trust plays its shine
Third you realise the mistake of time
Fourth you lose
Fifth you judge

Care is what you call attention seeking
And here you turn your own grudge
To someone's death
Of multiple tears
Sixth is guilt
Rarely it comes

Usually such is the case
Even when its never the case.