Unending Light of the Nevercoming Night

The darkness is creeping to the corners of the room
Away from the light that emerged from the empty void
An everglowing light, always in bloom
So beautiful, so humanoid
Fading in bitter gloom
The darkness the light had to avoid

The stories of this ongoing sight
The stories of this unending light
Outshining the dark as if it was day
The nevercoming night shines in a vivid way

Point of Light

Life is like one big darkness
Everything in it is a point of light
to guide you, make you fall less
while wandering through an endless night

My life is dark none the less
where you might not shine that bright
and my love for you may seem hopeless
but you where my only light

Maybe I'm supposed to be a failure
just to be there
with no one to help you
with no one to care

Even though I'm missing nothing
I feel incomplete
No one to hate me
yet no one to be with

Reflections of Depression

It always seems it’s hiding me.
In my dreams it’s fighting me.
Never finding what’s always there.
Driven insane by noises I can’t hear.

Feeling dead and acting fine.
I now hate all that’s mine.
Always finding what’s never there.
You are now my greatest fear.

The thing I fear the most.
Is loosing what I’ve already lost.
Walking tall but feel like a ghost.
It’s all too late, the coin’s been tossed.

Heads or tails, its worth has no mean.
Both stand for the same while I’m in between.
Never ending and always loosing.
Driven to madness by every little thing!

Gather up and release my hate.
I gotta shape up, gotta be great!
Having no confidence in what I do.
That is what I believe made me loose you.

Is this for real? Was it ever?
Can’t stand the way I feel. I will love you forever.
Now I’m lost. I can’t stand anything.
Can’t stand the pain that love has to bring.

The days are countless even though they’re few.
You can’t ever guess how much I love you.
But it’s too late for repentant pleads.
Nothing I do can live up to your needs.

You ask how I feel every day.
My answer now is; “No, I’m not okay”.
But what do you want me to say?
That I’d do anything to get you back?
Believe me I would but it’s too late for that.
Even if it’s not I don’t want to ruin things for you because of things I lack.
Now there’s just an empty hole where your love for me sat.

I hope you’re happy, I really do.
I’ll still love you all the way through.
Maybe not responded but still you sympathise.
Whatever’s left of me is only to despise.