Forget to smile

Forget to smile The ink filled blackness closing in fast. Fear, caution, hysteria setting in now. Trying to run, I fall, stuck on my back as the black envelopes, emotions overrunning all reasoning as some small part of me shatters, deep inside.

We stand amidst the nothingness, we have no path to come or go. We have known naught but the black, the fear, and the pain. Each sunrise is cold, bleak, uninspiring. Only one star brings us warmth, hope, love, happiness.

She rises like a full moon, cresting over the horizon to smile upon me afresh each night. Settling, but rising by and by with the sun. Bringing light to the day, a feeling of hope blossoming in the gentle rays of light. Delicate, ethereal and pale yet, blooming delicately slow. A single chill more dangerous than any army, a single destructive wind, forcing the flower to hide. Retreating back into it's bulb, cracking in the frost, fluttering to the ground in frozen tatters.

Yelling out as the dark blackness returns again, the fear increasing after the merest _taste_ of joy and love, a place to belong.

Raging in the black, taking the small bud, and forcing it through, the tattered heart mirroring the abandoned flower.

Pressing it deeper, amidst the corrupting black, the desecrating perversion of emotion left when all else is abandoned.

Deeper it slips, merging shattered heart and broken flower, forcing the two to one, repaired, but not whole. Broken, but not destroyed.

The heart beats, the only sound forcing through, ill-timed, and sickly soft in the enshrouding mist.

Left alone, collapsed, a demented shell of what once was, he stands, determined to find his way through any means necessary.

He limps away, as my sun rises, shining for another, far away.