Fog, thick as blood, surrounded me
Blinding and menacing as it swirls
Containing the hate and pain
Forced upon my soul, unfurled

Through my smokey confines
A light seemed to flash
A trick my mind creates?
Or could it just be the ash?

With a sudden rush of air
The fog was swept far, far away
In its place were shadows too tall
Making me give up today

A hand reaches for me
But, I am too scared
It is shrouded in darkness
Like the eyes that stared

But, what is this?
The hand reaches my chin and lifts
I look up to see a strange sight
An unexpected and loving gift

Friends now surround me
They were never menacing or dark
So, I am not really alone
For my life renews from their spark

So many friends surround me when I ask
But, few complete their promises
Like their barren wasteland of a soul
They keep their word in similar crudeness

So into solitude I am forced
Waiting for a true friend to emerge
Out of this inky black pit
In which the world is submerged

Most revealed are covered in muck
The kind caused by our idiotic hatreds
But, a true friend will shine above
And never be decayed by such acids

And thus I wait
Forever hoping for that friend
When suddenly I realize
No one is so alone in the end