Glass Light Pt.2

I read deeper into him, awaiting if my thoughts on him are accurate. I feel closer to him as I get closer into revealing the glass light.

He sits across the room victimized by askew fame. Steel crowns his heart as it grows weary. It phases into embarrassment. He is antagonized. He acts alone, providing himself with the service of his own heroism. Left to be rescued, he breaks. Agony is rushed upon him, burying him deep. ...Yet he smiles. I scan him. I try to puzzle him together, but a piece is missing. Distress. The source of affliction conquers yet another. Built by secrecy, noise is his destruction. His voice mimics the cries of whirling winds. Desperation. Misery. He fights the same battle we all demolish. His screams over shadow his aches. Is his heart reluctant to trust? Why is he to blame? For he is drenched in pressure. He is enticing. I crave him. I shake, tempted not by fear, but by desire. I want him. Embrace me. Rescue me. I can no longer chain my heart to the cusps of denial. His surface shelters. He is undefined. His defense is hidden. He relies on faith to drown the arising opinions of others. Why do you hide? Your actions are faint, but what you symbolize is clear. You are electrifying. You are Magic. Can you reveal yourself to me? I promise I will not judge. Can you show me who you are? For I think I might have found you.