Unfinished

People like us wander in the shadows
People like us live for the darkness
And yet we are still afraid of the darkness
speaking in hushed whispers
moving silently on soft feet
People like us were made to run
From the good, the bad and the ugly
People like us breathe fear
We are slaves to the demons that hold our minds bound
People like us are the hugest believers in love
we believe in happy ever afters and fairy tales
People like us are to romantic for relationships
We are alone for noone would ever understand or bear the way we love
So all we have is the darkness
And the ghostly mirage of "the one" in our heads
we live for the moments when he comes to us in our sleep