why cant the sunshine chase away the darkness
why cant the warmth touch my heart
why is it so cold inside
that i feel like i have to hide
this life that i lead
is like watching a play on stage
so detached and unmoved
sometimes amused, mostly not
alive yet not living
is that what the "living dead" feels like?
unable to enjoy the sunlight and warmth
set apart from everyone else
as creatures of darkness
tis unnatural, this state of mind
oh why is it so cold
this world, this place
why is it so bleak and dark
these times, this space
i shiver, from these unseen elements
leeching the vibrant spirit and life
from my soul, my heart, and mind
leaving just an empty shell behind
so cold...
will i ever be warm again?
so dark...
will i ever walk in the light again?
so dead...
will i ever feel alive again?
