when we take to the streets
no one will know our names
but they will chant our cause
and the lights will never go out
the lamps are burning
off our dead weight
the oil long gone
siphoned by the empty promises
doomed to be repeated
when all the lights go out
is it naive to believe
in happily ever after?
everyone believes
in the end
is it naive to believe
we are here for a purpose?
leaving dead skin cells
as my trail
so you can find me
when i’m lost
when i’m stuck
or is it all just void?
no point at all
i think not
when i wake
in the dead of night
searching for the reasons
i cannot find
remind me
hold me
until the gaping abyss
can no longer see me
take the truth
massage it into my skin
so i can remember
what we are fighting for
By Daphne Shadows
Daphne Shadows 