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. . .