The solitaire of unwanted sadness locked in the chambers of our hearts. Digging and gouging at the walls of shame and the willingness to no longer trust. Broken feelings crushed by pain's mighty fists. Ceaseless scarring from passing wounds. Bleeding shaded by a covering scab of loneliness. Letting go of the reality that is carved into our minds. We shield happiness with overflowing sorrow. Melancholy memories and thoughts thicken through our lives. An excessive gesture of darkness soothes our soul's hunger for sadness. Coldness of the heart sickens, likely to flare when threatened. Attempts to mollify become deplorable. Confusion stirs within the sadness when we approach pleasurable bliss. We flee at the sign of the complexity of felicity. We dream of bliss, but do not realize the effects of the enjoyment. Alone we stand in the doorway of the confusion of the unwanted sadness, looking inside the chambers as we hold the key to it all.
Judgement for purpose. Subjected to happiness, but thrown simultaneously into darkness. Others see the happiness, but, our minds have shaded the bright opportunities with glum unappealing sorrow. Uninterested, we look away from the goal, in search for that which we have tossed away in disbelief. Search we must, but never shall we find. We must life the veil of un comprehensible truth. We lift it to be furthermore, confused so, we drop it once more to be once again in the shade of sorrow.
We peek at the truth, possibly hoping to understand from afar, but each quick glimpse adds to the terror of confusion and we of the fatal attempts of understanding the substance which threads our lives and deaths.
Charmed, we are by the patchiness of the veil. Hope shows through but, is crushed by the massive fists of terror.
Threatening lull, solemn and foreboding. The singularity of time develops, entwined amongst favored fates. We know not why, but, only the fabric of our existence. Destiny encircles forever.
The silence of our din
Makes darkness grin
Slyly, quietly hiding.
As we avoid the dark
On our souls they mark
The presence of their touch
Forever knowing our pain
They smile with stable vain
Slashing our lives apart
Far from empathy or care
Shadows taunt as they dare
Giving us reason for loneliness.
Collective insanity they lend
To we who feel the bend
Of our minds to the unknown
Shadows hunger for fear
Of that which grows near
But, do not face, from affliction.
Planning revenge, they plot
Becoming our robust despot
Conquering our severed sanity
Moments of crushing thought
Tremble as we feel taught
Never trust the darkness.
-Elusive