Sometimes your only escape is sitting in a room of darkness. Even with the different color paints you have no motivation to become an artist. So you sit cradeled into a ball brawling because there's no other response. Nothing about you or the things surrounding you shows acts of noncholance. And that's when you faill into a trail of despair. You see  yourself walking in the tears shed in the air. It must be black and an open invitation to run away. You can't think rationally and there's to many options to weigh.
In your hand you see a substance dripping pure black. In this substance you visualize everything you lack. You can see your soul burning into a ashes. There in your eye you can see constant flashes. This is your comfort state.
A Neverland of madness.
Here everything is okay there's even ending in your sadness. A Neverland  where your words are curses. And In your last existance you hear the venom versus.