For a while everything seems fine, almost perfect.
wandering around aimlessly, living in a superficial facade,
living in a carefree, mirthful stupor,
intoxicated by an ever varying existence.
but then reality sets in and blindsides you,
shattering everything you held to be true,
trampling your peaceful reverie.
invading the warmth that once spread through your body,
leaving you mentally convulsing, gasping for air,
grasping for the shattered pieces of what remains of you,
clinging to the things that keep you from drowning in your own soul.
maybe this is how things are supposed to turn out,
maybe this is all a sick, twisted joke-
"oh that one. she's too happy.
lets see how much pain she can endure
before she finally realizes."
realizes that maybe were not destined to be happy,
that happiness is just a fleeting illusion,
an illusion to something gruesome and hideous.
its funny how we grow up fearing the monsters under our bed,
the monsters in movies in books,
but no one ever thinks about the real monsters.
these other monsters all pale in comparison,
to the monsters of life,
the truly heinous monsters that come attack you in varying forms
with one common purpose- to annihilate you
to conquer you and control you
shredding your existence to pieces
until there is nothing left
but the sad, scarred remains of a slowly blackened soul
