We're the light in the dark, my love.

can't get in touch with reality, because all of my senses have fallen, and my heart still lays restless and broken. to what I know, and down with what I will never understand, I give up what I cannot offer, and I stand up to the steps where I cannot find my balance. I remember the stories we'd speak to each other, we'd whisper the words beneath our breaths and speak of the runaway stories, the way we'd walk fast , then run faster until we looked back and all we saw was the rain that washed out our past. I saw the way the word brave was written across your hand, and for once felt what strong was when I saw your mind in your heart, how I thought how many times you've spoken with your soul, and not your brain. I can't wait to meet you half way. I will never find what I am looking for if I say out loud that I am looking for it, that I deny that I will ever get close enough to touch the prize I've cherished; from a distance far enough not to hear hysteric cries. a over worked heart spills lines that leave you without memory, however you'd never dare to forget. there's a message behind his soul, don't you miss how it used to sing to you?

slipping into a world that you cannot call your own, they blend you into a color and the color fades into a grey. so out of touch and confused with what you once thought you had known, it's as if they stole everything you had once owned. a heart doesn't beat without some blood, hands that were a pale black grow to be a mistake. what's the risk of intertwining fingers when you call hell your home.