An old friend

Buried us both,
in the midst of pain.
All thoughts and laughs and our appeal,
a coward's call for help.
Then disguise,
and hermit in your shadow,
of all the things you've gathered,
and raveled into hell.
The place you spoke of with dread,
with pale cheeks and stern lips.
The dark you most deserve,
where memories are dreaded,
and future is as far as headlights expose.
Self-inflicted mistakes pump throughout your lifeless limbs,
and keep you human.
Veiled and mysterious,
but all too clear.
You are now your pain,
and your shadow is you.
No intention to care.
Face the dark which trails you,
which guides you.
Dark can't survive,
in the presence of light.