And it was such a common thing, the constantly being shoved down, that she became numb to it. She figured, Maybe this is it? Maybe everyone gets a happy ending, and I’m the exception? Or better yet, maybe this is my happily ever after? A broken love for a broken girl?

And as the sun retires once more into the night
While the starts stand gloomily in the vast emptiness
Two souls lay awake—together yet apart

Wasps sting giant lumps
That ooze fear and trepidation in their minds
And the anger that lights ablaze their fingertips
Pushes against the hope that brews

A cold dark hand creeps up behind
And claims them of anything light and pure
And suffocates them—it’s not a friend
Not when it claims you of your life

It breathes in the heart that dared to live
And preys on the faces so alight with joy
‘Til all that’s left of that once happy soul
Is the rope burn that oh-so-gently
Caresses the neck

Is this the world I inhabit? The ones I want to tell everything to have gone deaf by the ears of someone else’s pain and can’t seem to hear anything except their own righteousness, and yet the people I’d rather not have imbedded in my memory can only seem to find the will to live from the secrets I harbor?

-P