Darkness seeps into light, like evil into innocence.

Capturing what could be, crushing it into no more.

Hollow shells wandering through time, waiting.

Waiting to be awoken from their slumber.

Peace elusive, chased away by shame.

Disgraced by what was, and is, what could have been, and will be.

Relief ever lacking the strength to overcome.


Donning a mask each day,

Melting into the silent emptiness of each night.

Broken dolls allowed to be free in the flickering light,

Holding onto the hope of tomorrow.

For a while, free of reminders, of memories, pretend and anxieties.

Free to do, to dream, to feel.

Free to say, I'm still here.