THE NONEXISTENT ONES
Those who wander the borders of light and darkness
Hated by both yet accepted by neither
Caught on the edge of hope and despair
We walk in twilight, mere shadows of our former selves
Those who claim neither good nor evil
Free of sin, free of strife, free of avarice
Our hearts are but empty shells
Fleeting whispers that elude our grasp
We know all of this and yet we are compelled beyond reason
Compelled to search, to want, to dream
Dream of a day when our hearts have returned
For we seek only to be
We wish only to...Exist