I thought that I had found
                  You
                  I believed I had answers
                  to the questions
                  You 
                  desired me to ask.

                  You're darkness
                  is my light.
                  These dreams that
                  haunt my soul -
                  every waking moment
                  These surging, 

                  Reoccurent images; visions
                  familiar and steady.

                  A girl. A boy.
                  11 years old. 8 years old.
                  Voiceless angels,
                  we were...

                  Losers to an adult's hand.
                  Dying before
                  anyone listened;
                  anyone believed.

                  I mimicked clarity;
                  a sign of immortaliy.
                  a sign of freedom.

                  I wanted elightenment!
                  to reawaken!
                  to breathe!

                  But...
                  .....I've
                  Lost....
                  ......my
                  Way....