In The Darkness I wonder what it feels like to be seen, To make a sound that is actually heard... Maybe it feels like you are royalty, I hope it is less lonely, less empty... I always imagined that it was like being a photo Only, people don't just glance; they practically stare But that probably happens to the really special ones; The ones up front, no need to display. Being at the back, The cold, empty unseen back Where no photos are hung And why should they?! No one ever comes, no one ever see, And of course, no one ever hears The sound of your unseen heart breaking Every time you remains unseen; unheard. I am unimportant, my existence is a waste But people tell me I'm not, yet never see How can you know the value of something You never see, you never hear... Maybe it is because there is no value As nothing is really there...