it builds you up just to break you down, carrying you over the clouds, soaring through the skies of euphoria just to bring you crashing through the pavement broken, beaten and abused

it offers you a temporary happiness with the cost of a void that will never be filled again, striking the same chords as a deal with the devil

a strong bond between two inseparable people, reduced to nothing but strangers who know each others darkest secrets and their whole being

the hourglass ticking from first sight, counting the seconds until that last speck of sand falls through to unleash the whirlwind of chaos, pain and disappointment

the pain causing walls to be built, and a cold bitterness to seep in through the cracks, destroying the once joyous and innocent mind laying inside that hollow skull

and just when the cold starts to dissipate, the warmth beginning to peak over the horizon again, the mind comes back, full swing ready to begin anew

just to start the cycle over, the hourglass ticking, the walls building higher until there's no way for that warmth to ever push through to dispense the bitter chill left inside

and that, is love.

the garden of eden, spread before him seemed like a limitless expanse of paradise

roses blossomed left and right, their beauty and scent unrivaled by any of the many wonders of the world

stretching over the horizons, stuck in awe he gazes, taking in the view that he knows will restrict him from viewing anything else with such admiration

until she appeared, even Venus paled in comparison to the allure she possessed, his heart was struck upon sight

they sat together, among the garden, plucking the roses from the ground in vain attempts to show devotion to one another, until it was time

with a strong breeze, stronger than any gust of wind he'd ever experienced she was ripped from him, taken away without so much as a goodbye

as he turns back to the garden, the change was subtle, the roses slightly smaller, before his eyes he watched as each rose wilted and died, mimicking the feelings he held inside his heart, until they were nothing more than stems with hollow shells.

he lays awake, the ticking of a clock his only companion, until it comes, tossing and turning, thoughts ravaging through him, encasing his mind in a form of prison akin to the likes of Alcatraz, few escape the clutches of darkness putting his happiness in a cell, stuck in isolation in the deepest crevice of his own head

thoughts of the ones he trusted most, drifting to the forefront all starting off with joy and enthusiastic laughter, ending the same way they did in reality.

a knife in the back, a downpour of deceit, and unforgivable actions, all ripping through him as if he was thrown in a lions den, being torn apart at the seams by the mouth of majestic beauty and feral strength

the bitter cold coursing through him, rendering the warmth of happiness a miracle at very best, he's past the point of praying for the thoughts to subside, such an action brings about nothing but empty words calling out in the night with nobody to answer

after hours stretching into an eternity, as if the guards of his mental prison grow more compassion than anyone has ever shown him, the cell opens, the warmth floods through him, rejuvenating him in such a way to finally expel the darkness flooding his mind, he drifts off, accompanied by dreams, where the darkness lurks, as if waiting for the perfect moment, entrapping him all over again in unimaginable hell.

every morning he wakes up, already dreading the coming day, the sun barely starting to rise he feels the onset of darkness creating the horizon in his mind, scrambling to catch his bearings and prepare himself for another war inside his own mind

he steels himself, awaiting the onslaught of thoughts assaulting his mental barriers, which consist of nothing but a futile attempt to ward off the storm of darkness pressing ever onward crashing into those barriers reducing them to nothing but scattered fragments of strength which alone are nothing more than a faint glimpse of hope

wondering if today will finally be the day, he continues to struggle to resist the temptations the darkness calls him to, calling him to an eternal darkness he can make into his own utopia where the sun never shines, but he has a false control keeping him content

realizing too late, the blade to his wrist already piercing skin and painting a dark version of tic tac toe along his veins, the x marks the spot, the blood pooling out of him as if he were nothing but a faucet stuck on, struggling to control the damage already done he wraps himself up in a panicked attempt to stem the flow already rushing onto the floor

but nothing could be done, the voices in his head nothing but a menacing laughter growing louder as his vision blurs, tears dripping down, as the edges of his vision darken, as suddenly as the darkness crept in, it recedes leaving him with nothing but a hollow skull, vision fading, the silence coursing through him, until he collapses becoming the darkness he was promised.

support was the only thing separating him from keeping afloat and going down crashing under the waves ******* him into the abysmal chasm rendering anything caught in its clutches effectively useless

given hope he finds the strength to push on, step after step building himself back up, finding out who he truly is, dedication to success and glory all that fills his mind

but since that initial spark of support, what once was a wildfire burning so fierce nothing could penetrate it, was now barely more than embers in a torrential downpour, threatening to suffocate and extinguish that flame keeping him going

when that drop connected that flame died, and with that flame he did as well, thrown down the chamber of hell he was confident he could avoid, recklessly thrown around inside his own head as if he were nothing more than a chew toy used by a puppy starting to teeth trying with all its might to rip it into the tiniest pieces turning it into nothing but a sad co existence that can never be fully recovered

even when a new group pours gasoline on that flame, attempting to burn away all which thought to cool the embers of the once unparalleled fire, the heat does nothing more than graze the droplets, before extinguishing once again, torn at the seams, dulling to nothing more than a spark, and like nighttime in an overgrown forest, the flame dies, leaving nothing but darkness.

her name stands out on each breath of wind that whispers across him

silent to others but to him it screams, engulfing him

until he's nothing but a mindless slave striving to show her perfection when there is no such thing

he screams her name, expelling all the force he can, mustering up the words calling her back to him as if she had left hours ago but he only just found his voice.

she hears him, the sound is nothing but a silent ripple across a cacophony of names ripping through her

she recedes, into her sanity which left in its wake lies hollow eyes and a broken mind.

he saw it coming but nothing prepared him, his mind torn apart, emotions at a constant war threatening to eradicate all which stands in his mind, but just like that, with a snap of her fingers

and one simple word

he's mindless again, striving for perfection.

the words she utters cause nothing but a seething anger boiling inside of you threatening to bubble over the edge and burn you alive

sitting across from her unstable frame you feel more alone than you've felt in weeks

wishing you could disappear and forget everything and everyone

but you can't

you're stuck in this abyss,

sinking faster every day, plummeting into the darkness that's taken over your mind thrusting you deeper into that pit you know you'll never crawl your way out of

so you live on, buried beneath the thoughts controlling your mind, different, but still the same

empty and hollow following the routine you stick yourself to because you know nothing else, forgetting the feeling of joy and happiness replacing it with a cycle of regret and disappointment

finally with nothing left to give you let go,

burying the feelings with bottles, popping open the container and devouring the contents without a second thought, you feel your insides being ripped apart like a small child seeing his gifts on Christmas morning  

after what feels like an eternity it stops, you feel nothing as the night closes in, everything is still, your mind peaceful, as the silence drones on you feel a sense of contentment, you smile, as the darkness follows.