Oh hello.

Here I am.

Trapped in my Gionic prison,

My hands black from my torture.

I cannot choose.

Do not make me.

I long to run,

Chased by my nightmare

As I pursue my dream.

Either way, I must awaken

Escaping my terror

While also losing my hope.

Whispers in my ears

Drawing me nearer to you.

Yet in the back of my mind,

I scream,

Knowing I cannot fall into this trap.

I cannot be like those around me,

Weakened by their own emotions,

Frail, dead, unresponsive.

I have become just as you are.

But without love, kindness, and light.

Except, you did not have those things either.

They came to you themselves,

Yet they flee from me,

Like little fireflies

Darting away from the hands that try to ensnare them,

Even if those hands just want to hold them for a moment

Admire them, and then set them free.

Perhaps I can catch my dreams anyway,

Though they dart away from me,

Live them for only a moment

Before letting them go,

To be left only with the memory

Of their brilliant light.

Except then my world

Will seem even darker than before.

So maybe I will just let them float along

And pretend I caught them

And put them in a jar

To take with me

Forevermore.