We couldn’t be any more different from one another
you’re blonde,
I’m brunette,
you’re happy,
I’m sad,
you’re alone,
I’m surrounded by people, yet I still feel alone.
You’re dead,
gone.
Now I can only feel your presence in the darkness.
In the dark, we are all sad-
alone
dead.
Maybe we aren’t so different after all.
Whether here or gone,
we all look the same in the dark
blinded by the shadows that...
