Never underestimate the overwhelming darkness that comes with achiving happiness
The after thought of a dream ending in a nightmare. Hateing on the very existence of my name.
The last thing going was a knife flying through the air forged in cowardly deeds the ambition of nothing.
You fly hoping this precipice is not the last as you hurl yourself, downward hoping it is the last.
Like a wounded animal your mind gives way to insinct your instinct overcomes and painfuly you survive.
You destroy whats around you for the night hopeing nothing is for ever, but it is and thats why this is a viscious cycle.
Crash and burn the next day feels aweful and you know you have to go so you take a wedge and make sure its thier so she cant hurt you orr herself again but mostly you