Nightmare

Why would they escape from the darkness they were born of.
They enjoy hiding in the shadows of their false image.
A fantasy world of nightmares,
where the morning sun can't be felt,
but the mourning son can be heard.

Where belief is a drug to calm their pains.
They become addicted to the false hope that noone will how they dwell in shallow deepness.
How their trust is wounded,
and their faith unhealthy.

This is the world of the children who suufer.
They're one race of hurt,
in a race against the light.
They know the light exposes them as who
they really are.
Emotions quarantined for fear of their danger.
Not sure,
if they give love,
they'll be loved back.
Unsure if
loving
even exists.