One day in the void.

[completekross]

I am... a little bit of fear. A lot of unknown. Too scared to be alone.
I am constantly moving on. Being left behind. Going on.
I have... too little love. Too little time. Not enough willpower. Not enough heart to give. What is mine is cold.
I have too many memories of dreams that died. Too many dreams for peaceful everlasting rest.
I am... ready to look for you. I am lonely. I am finding there are too many parodoxes in this world.
I am not the happy guy I could be. I can't truly see what value material things hold.
I need... to know what I need.
I need a voice inside of me.
I don't need to be controlled.
I don't need to be told, but to be believed in.
I want... something worth living for.
I want to love being alive.
I don't make sense, but I know what's not fair. I know when I cry.
I won't always be around, because I've gone too far, and lost what I've found.
I won't be strong enough on my own, no matter what anyone thinks.
I am searching for an angel. Someone who can make me whole.
I am a little bit weaker. But one day I will be strong.
This is what is told. One day in the void.
But none of this matters, because it's all in the void.
But I can't truly see what value material things hold. I believe in action.
What can I say?
I see it this way.
One day.