I've seen so many lights
Different colors and shades
Different radiances and brightnesses
But none of these are the color or shade
Radiance or brightness that I'm hoping will find me

This cold dark aurora of nothing
Has become somewhat of a home to me
It's the same day after day
It's almost as if it's a part of me
A part I know could destroy me

No matter what happens
I must not give up
I must hold on and be strong
I cannot give in to this darkness
I won't allow it to happen

What I despise most in life
Is the thought of becoming what I fear
The cold, dark, empty space
That I have dwelt in for so long
This is a war I cannot afford to lose...