Pretending everything is fine, until you fall into the pitch black. Then you lie motionless in pain, wrenching your soul and crying your heart out. Afterward, the headache hits you like a blazing fire, accompanying your sadness so you feel less alone. Then demons with insomnia play with the clock, forcing your mind to wander again tonight. At some point, stillness will find you and it'll shoot its bullet in your flesh; a mercy ****. Oblivion will then sweep you off your feet and shroud you in woven peace. Nothingness will be blasting out loud, until the golden rays find your eye corner and trespass with fuming ferocity.