Staircase

I

see

the

void

collapsing

in front of my

very eyes. But I

always believes in the

conspiracy of goodness.

So I’ll let the darkness this

time slide. There was a time

when I thought you were the person

that would be there for me no matter what.

But instead you left me with no goodbye but

only a note under my door saying you’ll miss me.

I never thought I could hate something more than the

darkness. I never imagined a person could bring more fear

than a paranormal activity would. Perhaps revisiting my thoughts

now, I should have known you were up to no good. It felt like a staircase

of my demise. Every step I took forward with you felt like I was taking a step

closer to death. And then suddenly I fell.

And I found myself more terrified of the

black pit I was falling into more than the

feelings and moments I could have had

with you. is it now too late to get you back?