No question is left without some answer,
And the truth buried under a lie.
What reason would you tell the light?
When in darkness you'd rather hide,
You turn and turn.
Want and snide,
You increase your efforts to be alone.
A child deep inside,
Harking back to old days.
Where the world never seemed right,
When you stop,
Is when you learn.
Left alone confused,
Crying at the side.

You've issued a challenge,
Having it return back to you.
Of a love long ago,
With shelled memories of past youth.
But you struggle and fight,
For the reaction you wish for.
Being told in the end,
You want him even more.
You test to break,
But your challenge is beginning to fail.
For he's in for the long haul,
Your escape growing small and stale.

What is it we seek?
As we go round,
Pondering at the thoughts of tomorrow.
Growing to bring me down,
The thought of escape isn't far behind.
We try to swim afloat,
Everyday.
All the time,
It gets tiring to think of moments yet to pass.
As though the futures tomorrow won't last,
I sigh and gasp.
At a rest that won't come tomorrow.

As death takes to sweep him off his feet,
In this will things be fully complete.
As Chaos soon begins to reign,
And darkness overpowering all.
The boy of light still remains tall,
A sacrifice given with no end to proclaim.
All to end the suffering against the chaotic stain,
Tears of fire from the girl of red.
The Phoenix arises to defend her loving dead,
The holy flames to protect a gracious life.
And for the boy of light,
Against chaotic strife.

So in conclusion of all those years ago,
Always dancing on the edge of yourself.
Returning to your yearning of what you long for,
Alas the scenery changes evermore.
Heart in heart believing more.

Everyday you rise and fall,
Ready to ever fail.
But the challenge you rise to raise,
Leaves those on you to bail.
Foolish is he to touch the heart,
Where all you show is stone.
Beating dead the horse you bring,
Leaves you again home alone.
Fire and brimstone you sometimes spew,
With belts of sorry in between.
It wouldn't be so haltingly horrible,
If you weren't so equally mean.

In my flight and flurry fancy,
Did someone call out and call me Nancy?
Blinded by the many voices inside,
By them do I truly abide?
Knowing what known to be true,
I can I longer see in this darkened hue.
I have questioned the rational and the irrational,
With too many questions still left on the mind.
But my thoughts are unclear,
In this darkened state of mine.