Echo the haunts

How can I forget this hurt? I try to move past it. It consumes my present to the point that my gift of a future becomes unclear. Oblivious beneath a celestial map of stars. They refuse to grant any wishes. So naive, I still look to my skies. A searchlight soul that wanders the darkness. Unable to find another. A void of voices that echo the haunts. I close my eyes to keep them silent. Unwilling to settle, I must now stalk the darkness. As an image of black and white resolutions. He's plotting behind a venomous smile. With a tounge that cuts like a whip. I'm, day dreaming of sleepless nights. As they hold my dreams so I can't forget the hurt. There's voices that echo my haunts. I open my eyes to keep them silent.