In a world where dark and
light crash...
it's funny how
things come off as forbidden.
How two sides of one story,
can change everything.
The moon,
and the sun...
they use the same light.
Reflected.
So dark isn't
that awful after all.
It's hard to explain,
being trapped in the middle.
I ache and crave
for something more.
To see the light with my own eyes.
To feel its warmth.
But here in the dark...
it's poison for the mind.
The word of the shadows is
addicting.
Enticing.
Transfixing.
And once you go too deep,
the more difficult it is to leave.
Over time,
they forget their humanity.
They lose their sanity.
And when a ray of
light touches
their pale skin-
a piercing scream
emits from their lips.
We do not belong.
And no one-
no one understands.
Everyday,
we continue on in pain.
Waiting until we can
disappear again.
Hoping we never have to
come back.
To a world where
the light
blinds our eyes,
to a world in which all we do
is hide.
And curse the poor souls
who try to help us.
We are lost.
Gone.
And though we try,
we are never coming back.
