Loudness, danger, excitement
we are drawn like moths to a flame.
Unrestrained, gregarious energy drawing us near
drawing us out of our solitary shell.
We are drawn to that radiant energy
that part we don’t possess within.
We don’t see it for what it is
a lack of depth and emotion
their armour to hide ancient pain, their violence
we go closer, seeking refuge
seeking love, seeking solace
but we are weak and we are consumed.
Consumed by the depression
there in their shadow
we die in the darkness alone.
