Outside

Negative Light

Even darkness can become a guide.

I'm used to commands, to numbers, algorithms,
To cold streams of data and mechanical rhythms,
Where everyone's right, yet everyone's alone,
Where feelings are traded for signals and codes.

I don't seek salvation in somebody's words,
They're only a shimmer on lips when they're heard.
And time, like a clear river, carries us where
Whole worlds disappear and the last spark dies there.

Negative light keeps pouring from screens,
Wherever it shines, all our thoughts lose their sheen.
That last trace of warmth still beating in me—
Your love will help me preserve it, keep it free.

Don't mirror their coldness and send it my way.
Be silence where emptiness finally fades.
Just stay here beside me, and I won't go down
In this kind of reality dragging me down.

Today, in a world where each face meets a screen,
Souls priced as numbers, caught in the machine,
Where we trail threads of zeros and ones as we go,
You stay my living hope in the digital flow.

I don't need an eternal flame,
Words on the network, a hotel in my name.
I only want, while you're here by my side,
My trace not erased into zero, wiped out of this life.

Negative light keeps pouring from screens,
Wherever it shines, all our thoughts lose their sheen.
That last trace of warmth still beating in me—
Your love will help me preserve it, keep it free.

Don't multiply someone else's pain and lies.
Be somewhere no “if” and no “no” can survive.
I just want to walk on this Earth next to you.
You're the faith I have found here, the one that feels true.

Don't multiply the pain and madness others spread.
Be where there is no “if,” where no one tells us “no.”
I only want to walk this Earth with you.
You're the faith I found here, something real and true.

Don't promise me—just be, just walk by my side.
Negative light through the network still shines.
I've seen that same light in so many eyes,
But there in your eyes is the answer I find.

Negative light keeps pouring from screens,
Wherever it shines, all our thoughts lose their sheen.
That last trace of warmth still beating in me—
Your love will help me preserve it, keep it free.