The darkness comes when she closes her eyes.
Her body completely shuts down.
The slow moving heart beat, the soft even breathes.
Tell me again why she only sees flaws?

Her mind retraces her heart's wishes.
She dreams.
She dreams of a bright sky and lovely grass.
She dreams of the changing seasons with every color of the rainbow.
She dreams of the chirping birds and prancing deer.
She dreams of the salt water waves.
She dreams of the intoxicating tree lines.
She dreams.

When her heart wishes a little harder, she dreams once more.
She dreams of love.
She dreams of the perfect guy.
She dreams of *** and lust.
She dreams of kisses and cuddles.
She dreams of robbery.

All while her mind wanders the outside world moves forward.
The clock continues to tick it's minutes by.
It robs her of her fantasies. Of her desires.
When the clock chimes, up she rises.

Back to reality.
Back to the cruel world.
Back to not being able to see her dreams.
Right in front of her.

Why? Why? Why is so distant now? Why can't she just connect it all together?
Why?
Because even though her mind is beautiful in the realm of dreams, in reality it's quite the opposite.

She struggles - but no matter how bad it gets, no matter how many cuts she has, she lives for the chance to dream once again.
And when the sun falls beneath the horizon.
That she repeats. Once again.

What is it?
An affair between two voices.
A war between two body parts.
A battle between two conscious thoughts.

What is it?
For it does not breathe, yet it has a heart.
For it does not make sounds, but the drums hit hard.
For it is not holdable, yet it can easily break.

What is it?
It can not be traced.
It can not be mapped.
It can not be favorited, retweeted, or reblogged.

What is it?
It causes happiness, yet depression.
It causes warmth, yet bitter coldness.
It is a guiding light, yet a grim realization.

What is it? What could it be?

For researchers suggest...
It is love.

It is a dark, mysterious, risky, fragile, delicate, cliche, love between two people followed by an everlasting internal struggle.

It is love.
Love.

At first it was me getting down.
I worried and worried about you.
About something I shouldn't have.
There you sat, up above everyone and everything.
You thought of yourself as a king of sorts.

But your majesty, didn't you know?
You can't rule forever.
Especially when your subjects are revolting.

Thus I laugh in the face of the sinner.
I laugh when you try to be mighty.
I laugh when you try to supreme.
Your game play is weak and you couldn't rule a kingdom if you tried.

There you think, you can come back?
I laugh.
You think I forgot?
I laugh.
You're nothing now but a jumble of bad memories.
I laugh at it all.

I laugh in the face of sinner.
It's his turn to feel the darkness.

You’re lovely,
As you lie through your teeth.
You’re lovely,
As you dig deeper and deeper into ******* you can’t seem to stop from coming out of your mouth.
You’re lovely,
As you sit and say **** about me trying to slander my reputation.
You’re lovely,
As you lie about my ex heart making it seem like it's something that’s complete trash.
You’re lovely,
As you **** me off by the mere mention of your pathetic soul.
You’re lovely,
As a dead corpse when you walk into my home.
But no, you’re lovely. Can’t you tell?

Just walk with me.
Through the winter and the rain
in the sun and shade.

When pieces of my life aren't fitting together
My life is a jumble.
The freedom of this entrapment is unbearable
oh so very dark and damp.
I'm confused and I can't find my way.
Please rescue me.

Take my hand, walk with me.
Hold my heart and let me breathe.
Grab me slowly and lift me higher - higher than the sky.
Show me your world.
Guide me to the light.