Misunderstood is the darkest place,
where secrets dwell in plain distaste.
But much is learned from going there;
where many others never dare.
For life is what you make of it,
a warming light or coldest pit.
Swarming lies and hiding truths,
the Wise behind the blinded Youth.
Yet they pretend to be content,
for all of us to make pretend.
A world beneath our own control,
of people, places, things of old;
that never are and never will,
be waiting here, forever still.
For in this life we thought our own,
we’ve come to find there is no home.
And on the plains of dying lakes,
we help the Real to burn the Fake.
It raises smoke and blacks the air;
something that was never there.
We disrespect and care no less,
for we follow ways we think are best.
How wrong are we, who follow too?
Who cannot pause to think this through.
Though simplicity is easy found,
we search too hard and quickly drown.
So within this place we think so cold,
is there really hope to hold?
Life for all and death for none?
Does everything belong to one?
Think It slow, and carefully,
for Shadows here can always see,
every thought and every sound,
and once they’re here: forever bound.
Theres no escape except the grave,
nothing left that can be saved.
Of times that pass and those not here,
we’ll see that really; nothing’s clear.
And Hope, and Light, and Truth do fade;
the moment that Despair meets day:
And we’ll be trapped within the Dark,
the only sound a beating heart.
With nothing here that’s safe to hold,
many here succumb to Cold.
It isn’t safe, but who’s to blame?
Theres no one here that plays this game.
Just silent rooms and empty halls,
within this place, the Strongest fall.
Although we try, we can’t remain,
for if you stay you won’t be sane.
A choice to make, and quickly too;
for Shadows wish to follow you.
Do you leave and breathe once more,
or stay to walk the empty moore?
To attempt to find the thoughts you seek,
although the end is looking bleak.
It takes a life to save your own;
a person built of Blood and Bone.
Who looks at you with empty eyes,
knowing that you feed them lies.
They quickly turn and start to leave;
leaving you to watch and grieve.
You realize that it wasn’t real;
another thing you couldn’t feel.
Awakening, you see a star.
You try to reach, but it’s too far.
Beyond your grasp, but only slight,
It’s times like this we wish for light.
Then none too soon, the sun appears,
to burn away your every fear.