The Light

I'm lost in this purgatory state of reality
Where the darkness seems to shroud the light
A mirror that never reflects me
And a shadow that haunts my ever steps
A dark cloud that hovers over my heart
Personification of death that watches me with hollowed eyes
Loneliness becomes a dependency where
Comfort is found with sharpened tools
That create scars that never heal
Rumors that brought me to be no named
Past events best not remembered but
Tried to forget than to move on
I want the light
But the world was created from the darkness