He sings of suffering. His eyes hold the pain of living in sorrow. The moment our gaze meets recognition flares within. We are tortured souls drifting in a sea of darkness. He knows I have secrets that I'll never tell. I am numb I am broken I am dirty I can never be the guiding light through the darkness he thinks I am. I have forsaken my past, I rely on keeping myself shut off. But he has secrets too, secrets that would destroy everything I have left. I wish things were different, that maybe we could be each other's lifeline. But destiny drags us down like an anchor. The broken can only drift in the sea barely staying afloat