Crashing, flashing, neon splendor of reds and blues,
how much will you look at them until you understand what they do?
I am falling, drowning, asking for some assistance for ease,
never asking for very much, always ending with a 'please.'
Why can't they let you be free so that I can hold you, dear?
Am I in some dark ambition to feed my soul to a darker fear?
I am ailing, I am failing to see what exactly will become,
assisting you soon for then we will both be undone.
Cleaved in two, through and through, until there is nothing left to do,
all I ever wanted was to help out and keep Death's grip away from you.
I cannot hold you, comfort you, tell you of how I wish I was near,
no matter how I explain it, truthfully, it will never quite be so clear.
I do not wish to hide myself from you but sometimes it feels I must,
so that I cannot harm you at all, for I do not want to break the trust.
Perhaps now Fate stands and mocks us as he has found his golden egg,
for where were once winning, now does our journey comes to an untimely end.