hope and loss

I give up. This whole life, this whole system is a load of lies. We're brought up with fairy tales, hope and believing in happily ever after, but that never really happens. It's just something which gets fed to the young mind to preserve there innocents, but what's the point? All it means is that when that day comes, that day when the illusion is shattered, your falling off the top of the empire state building instead of just an office block. So why protect them?

One day nothing can make you happier then the life your living and how you spend your time. You sit there wondering how you got so lucky, because you don't deserve this, hell nobody does. Every morning there's a smile because of the rising sun and every night the prospects of the next day linger in your imagination as you fade off into closed eyed fantasy. There may be only desire for one thing, the reason your here, but that's already yours so you hold on, not daring to loosen your grip in case it fades into the awaiting emptiness of the sky above. No man alive could see you without feeling the glow and warmth radiating from you that only those who posses true happiness and nothing else can ever bestow.

However, the next day lightening strikes and your world, life, hopes are nothing more than a distant memory, a passing cloud. Now the rising sun brings you no more than a rude awaking as well as a day symmetrical to the last. Each night the darkness draws a curtain around the grey so the black and red attack you instead from both inside and out. What were once dreams filled with hope have vanished as all hope within you has disintegrated without a trace, now only the screams and evils remain. That desire you once had, that had been keeping you breathing slipped out of the tightness of your grasp as the winds blew to strong and it became no more than a spec in the distant, darkening sky.

People look at you, wondering. What torment in life could have caused any man, child or creature to become such a state. The rats are repulsed by you, the flowers shrivel in your presents, children cry at the sight of you. The radiating stays however, though now that glow which was once around you is a clouded shield which few can ever enter. You fall, you burn, you drown - you're gone.