Dehappiness

Sunday morning and my ears ring like some kind of mind numbing stereofect. I feel the blackness running through my veins, venom running through my heart. Dark wishes of shadowed origin tainting my thoughts, raping my mind. Dark souls laughing at my descent as they whip about me like flies on discarded refuse.  I find myself alone… hungering for, what was for a short while, the most fulfilling experience I could ever dream of with this divine enchantress. Left behind, keepsakes scouring my wounds, dream world turned to nightmare. Longing for her return… viewed as receiving my “just desserts” for being the horrible, darkly debauching pismire that seemingly shouldn’t even see the light of day, not to mention tasting of it’s sweet, golden rays… caressing it’s soft glow. Embracing it for every last second on earth… is it the sun? … or is it simply her entrancing radiance drawing me forth in the purest form of ecstasy… to love her forever. Governing factors destroying my every dream… slaying me with blood-tempered steel. Could it be lost forever, slipping through the cracks of time? Can I afford this cold loss… like a serpent squeezing the life out of me? Bitter taste of leaving behind something of great importance lingers on my tongue. What am I to do when I am robbed of her soothing voice, touch, kiss… embrace? My sole desire, how could I possibly turn elsewhere… and why?

Paul M.