Unknowing (aka the emo poem)

Light inside of silence calling,
Masked behind the fear of falling.
A realization that you've already fallen.
Angel, rip untimely wings from
Their sheath.
And fight without knowing who
you are.

Hope consumed by what you're feeling,
Shadowed by the curse of stealing.
A realization that you've already stolen,
Child, dance until the blood runs
Quite clean.
And believe without knowing who
he is.

Radiant presence is always paling
Beside the sound of crimson failing;
A realization that you've already failed.
Loner, vote for confidence
By love.
And run without knowing how
this ends.