What Changed

I'm not the happy child
who used to think the world
was a safe place.
Aging reveals the horrors of where I stand.
Of what i used to think was beautiful.
Its over, the feelings gone.
Once I found out it's horrors,
i began to find my own.
One by one.
What use to be filled with light.
Is dim, nothing but shade.
I cant heal until the world itself heals.
Otherwise we both remain dying.
But now, we have passed.
Until a miracle erupts out of dust.
The possibility of birth after death is unknown.
In the depths of the darkness
unearthing the mere stones of death,
below our very own feet.
Befriending destruction,
diabolical souls of hate.
Nothing can change the sky,
the path of the future.
It will remain black until something
breaks through the surface.
When the light can shed upon us once more.
For now i'll be navigating through this silent chasm,
horror shining through my eyes.