There is a black hole in the core of me that has consumed happiness and joy from each hour.
It has an attractive force that draws others in and consumes them until they must flee it's orbit or suffer the death of joy.
It once shone like a beacon of light that even it's lantern believed itself an entranced moth.
The bright flames, I now see, are merely the final moments of dying dreams that turn to ash and vanish within the void.