As we crawled through this pitch-black abyss, a spot of hope we saw on the horizon.
We walked to the beacon, this hope we call love, only to find a maze between us an and that holy light above.

Undaunted we continued; Surely my love is unique?
Surely it will lead me to become complete?

So we marched on to the distance dawn, living on the nectar we call hope.
But as we neared the end, we saw what everyone knows but nobody shows.

The trap that was love was only meant to keep us moving, never to have reached the end.
For though the end was in sight, by this time we have no more will to fight, and deeper into the darkness we once more must crawl.

A simple mistake was all it took, and now we search like Captain Hook,
Looking for Peter Pan and his merry band;
Only to find out that we should have ran.
For the light at the end was but a mirage,
And even if we find it, at what cost?
This burning light; an all-consuming flame.

They warned me to be careful,
That love could burn,
But narcissistically I acted as if I had not heard.

So now I lay back at the start,
Burnt and scared.
With the light so distant,
Just like the feelings of my heart.