Lose. Control.

To live. To survive. To die.

To hear dark thoughts scream by.

Rag, dig into your soul

Plunging onto the happiest of memories

Leaving them foul,

Leaving them unkempt

Pounding over them

Thundering their weight

like the pink flossy memories

dreamy beautiful things

 

Never had existed.

The fight never stood a chance

And beneath the memories 

Crumble

And dark cinders are all that's left.

And the light is gone,

Out. And out.

All of it.

The candy floss?

The specs of a rainbow tint?

Nah.

They never were.

Never will be.

So give in,

Into the dark

The mystique

Dark, its tendrils sprout

Let it take you all in.

And, 

Lose control. . . 

Survive, maybe?

Maybe the pain will go
Maybe it will hurt no longer
but the memories - oh them memories
And the scars
Nay, they stay
They plunder, assault
Degrade, kill, hurt,
Break, pound into
The very self of you
Until there's pain
Than can't be taken
or numb till you can feel no more
Maybe the numbness is better
So as your heart shatters
and your mind is bleak
And your feelings bleed.
Just not knowing.
This may help
This may make it better
Just. A. Little.  Better.
So you don't have to know
What's happening
What's taken away
What pain, that wounds you
Beyond repair
Beyond fixation
Beyond any damn salvation
So let it pulse
The blood,
The crimson tag of death
Maybe it'll leave
Maybe the apparitions
Will chase you no longer
And maybe for once
You can breath
And not hurt
And maybe you can
Hold yourself steady
And your insides
Won't scream, won't crack
And you'll maybe
for a moment
Survive.