Standing Apart

Blank and bland
is how i stand
in the shadows on the floor
[with my blackened heart sore]

truth and hope
have been left to grope
through the shadows behind the door
[breaking through life's wicked core]

love and lust
can now rust
within the shadows forever more
[never searching for past's lore]

Faith and Belief
at last turn to grief
across the shadows of yore
[where the light has struck poor]