Skies Painted Ever Tragic

I watch you gallantly arise,
And that is your greatest blunder.
Leaving the midnight hour behind,
You fill the new found day with wonder,
And pain my empty eyes.
I despise you ever tragic sun,
For you let me go astray,
And as long as I walk these soils,
I will sit in solitude and pray,
For your pain to have begun.
I loathe you ever tragic star,
For what you've done to me.
Under your watch I was tortured,
Affliction would not let me be,
And you chuckled from afar.
I despise you ever circling fire,
For greeting cyan skies,
Which combined with your cheery malice,
Mocked me with sightless eyes,
My heart was on the pyre.
I curse you, the mayans charm,
For letting my family slip,
And for sitting idly by,
As you watched the crimson drip,
From my lovers arm.
I hate you ever solar being,
And I'll hate you forever more.
For ruining each and every day,
Making them rotten to the core,
I'll hate until it has no meaning!