The colors were neon, popping out of the darkness, lighting the path before me, comforting my conscious, pulling at the strings of my soul. I followed the path with a giddiness, a loyalty, a fondness, until I was no longer walking but running. Running towards the bleak nothingness, that was you, the real you. You are not filled with colors but dripping in morbid negativity, a flowing force of darkness. Waiting to inhale my foolishness, my innocence. Blinded by the beauty you portray, engulfed by the pulsing colors of light, that dissipate into your eternal abyss. I am trapped forever, I am lost to the light that lingered outside my soul.