My hands tingle when the clock strikes twelve and my face turns bright red with anger and pain hidden deep inside where no one can find it to release the happiness back to life, except me. No hope can be seen in my eyes . I am in the darkness of a black hole of death, I try to get out ,but I can't. The black hole is trying to force me down bellow the earth to hell where it will smite me into a million pieces and make me suffer with the pain of choosing between the right , and wrong decisions . Suddenly my hands stop tingling and start rebuilding themselves to become stronger. As every second passes I am able to fight off the dark black hole and I am able to release my happiness back into my heart.
