C*ome On

Night shattered, leaving the mutilated remains of his memories, hopes, and
dreams in its wake.

The immaculate white was brutally defiled, butchered by the dark.
Yet, as the morning sun bleeds through, the torment resets.
A perpetual loop of sublime innocence and grotesque filth,
lethal temptation and ruin. An endless vortex where he is dragged back,
doomed to be torn apart in the exact same way.