The only one who is truly ironic in this world is God. He has sent me flashes since i can remember myself being capable to receive so i grew up with the idea that i must love the strong yellow light and the deep blue seas; but it's clear to me now that while always looking down darkness has arrived. For women, darkness is a man who promisses magic and a trip to the stars he owns. Unfortunatelly, he cannot prove they are alive and you torture yourself 'till you burn just by wondering if you will ever get to know the truth.
I think the night is burning you worse than an angry sun. Isn't that ironic?