To be free from the strife.
Only one thing left to find.
The essence that comes from the burdened space inside.
The glow of the light that soon dulls do a flicker.

The burden of facing the darkness with no light.
It is so tiring to wander around with no light.
Going nowhere in the right direction.
Having nowhere to go.

Knowing what is to come next is the easy part.
Thinking about what has already happened is the hardest thing of all.
Setting aside the burden the truth bestows upon hate.
The raging inside knowing it is still alive.

Floating around in the darkness.
Staying in the darkness for all of eternity.
Staying alive in the world with nothing left to do.
To find the light and move on to somewhere else.

Finding the freedom and clenching on to it.
Never letting it go.
That is the only thing needed.
"The price of freedom is steep."