endings

Devotion turns to devastation as lights watch unable to stop themselves. The massive title wave hits with unyielding power and wipes out everything in its path. The shock waves are likely to be full of emotional dismemberment. Society has with every tedious little thing that's being dealt out upon the scorned misunderstood lights have built tensions that have been rising up to heights so incredibly unreachable you can almost see the distressed light as it breaks. The lights out of instinct snatch shields and ready weapons for battle. Wandering the mental field in manners that seem old as time and as though they were never ending. Growing scars from the lessons of this battle that were birthed of fiery deception only shows that our mistakes are still unearthing. There are no longer escapes and retriet seems my only chance for a seconds breathe which feels much like survival. Vices drowned in guilt swished around in the mouths of follwers along with regergitated propaganda of those with hidden away souls already dead to the light found pleasure in our pain which in turn prolonged that which we feared in our portion of the story of us. Being light with your light kept our demons at a place where theu were never satisfied so they continued to enforce, enflict, and strengthen their grasps. Morale died and upon bent and twisted and filled with alterior motives our lights were dimming. Out of fear, anger, and in a hopeless state we succumb. The way to fix what we felt we were missing didn't last and in its place grew distance and doubt. Only now I find myself set back in the deepest depressed state of mind over ever being on either side as we see through the shields and peek for the light cautiously. Those lights lost connection and communication, which is causing after day an instance of change unheard of, or seen. Troubles are bound to present themselves for all parties included. Leaving a place for those split tongues venom to spew. A fated moment might have there self-righteous behavior exposed for what it is, and will be seen by any who claim it, or own it as a truth. Loss is a learning experience along with a chance to get a fresh start. The souls brought up by light will carry flame. The lights which burned never hotter than when together are now but whimpering sparks from a bed of coals that was lightly stirred. Time is no friend to mankind. Chances taken no matter the outcome may be the only chance one gets.