Xenogenesis Of Sunrays

How do you not hurt when the wind is crying, all the misty blue of heavens was dying.
All tries to prolong his extraordinary existence eventually exacerbated and ended in an earnest search for a cure for death,
Easy multiplied to impossibilities cubic depth equals persuasions of a seemly futile being to take a breath,
No continuation, when the thoughts of the subterranean logician are cliff-fallen emotions,
Son of the incandescent sunrays, opaquely shinning as midnights’ figment of imaginations.
Made After-love eXtinguished sworn, never was on the joyous spectrum of the beauty of warmth passion for extended instances,
A body internally beautiful, clouds of melody was his spirit when happiness is in dances,
But his serene soul is always mesmerized by dejectedness’ trances.
He fell hard this time; all his emotions faded grey, the essence of everything became nothing, and then his heartbeats stilled and never again sway.
Rain cried deserts, and oceans became translucent no reflections of him, sunrays nightly sighs,
But he thinks blue heaven, on the river Styx, still wondering if his pain misses him, and if she cries.