How do you help yourself
When you are lost
In your head
As there is no path to tread
Nor no stars to guide
Just the complexity
And the ambiguity
Of loneliness
Loneliness grows into fear
And fear grows into a parasite
Slowly consuming
Destroying compassion
Honesty
And Conscience
Until you are no longer lonely
But empty
In every way
Who do you confide in
When you are lost
and Hollow
Trying to reach for a hand
That will never pull you up
But rather push you farther down
Because they can't see you
Only through you
Right into the emptiness
To the victor goes the spoils
You can't find your way
If you're lost in the world you created
Because when the angels come down
They look for the living
Not the lost.