If death had a color
We’d assume it to be black
If fear could have its own form
We’d never be held back

Slaves to the darkness
And one with the shadows
Our shattered selves and the fragments that remain
Are nothing and no one but our own to blame

Because it is the light we fear
Not the dark
For in the light we see
Who we truly are

And in this roaring tunnel
That blinds, and breaks, and destroys
I can only hope to surface
To block out all the noise

To laugh, to find, to love
To find a greater purpose
To know it’s not all lost
To know it’s not all worthless