We are the lost light,
too used to following the darkness,
daring to dream of being free,
of being in any other world
than this endless life with demons.
Unending poetry becoming an instant release
of the pressure building up inside,
secret messages hidden deep between the lines.
Trying to move on with no one holding your hand
expect your dark boyfriend of depression,
kissing you with thoughts of worthlessness and failure.
Hope passing away like the years that left us behind,
where memories linger and the past just won't say goodbye!
We are lost in the light,
always a step behind from touching the true magic
of the silver stars of survival.
We remain lost in the light,
wondering that if we stay missing long enough,
the darkness will stop trying to pull us back under,
and swallow everything that we could potentially be.
