The Long Way Home

We are the ghosts of dreams long lost

The currency of fate beyond the reaches of the mortal man

The hand that takes and replicates

The spoils of sorrows we truncate

The multiplier of all we aspire

Should we fall short or our will expires

We are the sadness that never sleeps

With broken souls, we decorate the roads to sorrows yet unknown

Depression is the darkest road

And we are the signposts that guide you home

Follow the lights until there are no more

Only then will you ever know how deep the black hole goes

We are the memories that hurt the most

The songs and kisses that leave you helpless

The missing embraces of lonely interfaces

The coldest winter nights without firey lights

We are your misery, compounded and quantified

We are the reason you can't sleep at night

We are the ones who remind you of how alone you truly are

We are the ones who say, “I told you so” when someone lets you down

We are the dark days that swallow up the brightest nights

We are the lies of the well-meaning, but woefully under-qualified

We are what becomes of hope when faith is not requited

We are the ones left to pick up the pieces of every shattered heart

There is no escaping us, we are the inevitable

We are the long way home, the only route that you can afford.