Alone we stand,
Isolated and alone on the edge of destruction
Desperately clinging to something,
anything to keep us anchored
to the misery we call life.
We all seek someone
to call our own,
to fill the emptiness that lies within our soul
and to make us feel
that life is worth living again.
So we endure the pains and tribulations
of day to day life,
in the hope that our suffering
will be rewarded by someone
holding a light to break up the dark.
I pray that these things that we chase so desperately
do in fact exist,
as if life consists of is this constant numbness
sinking deeper and deeper towards our cores
and nothing more,
then we may as well be done with it
once and for all.