Happiness is the delusion we all share. The hope that;
this is the winning ticket,
this is my big break,
this is the one true god,
this person really loves me.
Obsessed with the dream, we lose ourselves in it and fall blindly off the mountain. Calm and gentle, you begin to fly. The cool wind moves across your face and you find bliss in your ignorance. The sound is loud and cancels out caution. It is the siren's song being screamed in your ear. Open your eyes!? Why???
The air is clean. The ecstasy is pure. The mountain loves you.
But the tables turn like a friend putting a bullet through the back of you skull, lakeside to your favorite memory.
The fall does not send you to heaven, but to hell. Paralyzed and screaming; you are alive, but just barely.
Bones puncture skin,
your mind knows nothing but pain.
Thriving in agony, you call for help but the mountain has no ears. Drown yourself in the puddle of blood, spit, ****, and tears before shame eats you alive. It stirs near by, waiting for a taste of the gullible sack of meat the mountain has sacrificed for them. A final futile attempt at hope draws you back in. You try to touch the memory of the wind, the trip, the fall, but it becomes the cinder-block dragging you into the abyss. The object of your desire has become the shackles of your torment.
Love is a lie and you fell for it.