thearcanecircle

Happy Happy
Joy Joy.
Facade.
A paranoid mind struggles to overcome.
It falters and sanity fades away.
The blanket crumbles, and reality shows its face.
The mind searches for purpose and passion in a bleak existence.
Stimulants fall short of mending his front.
He walks apart from the world broken and used.
At home he hides in a safe cocoon.
But paranoia, his stalker, follows suit.
Thoughts of failure haunt him.
His confidence smolders behind him,
And her crimson words swirl inside his head.
She is gone now,
Off on fact finding journey to find herself.
The value of commitment in her eyes was shown to him.
Nothing.
Not a care for cause and effect.
A selfish truth laced in venom.
Its burns to his very soul.
It was only a single indiscretion.
He cant let go.
Pathetic.
The love inside is welded to each cell of his body.
So he waits in torment.
A self-inflicted purgatory.
While she explores the joys of separation from legal obligation.
Her doubts of marriage remain in the spotlight.
Yet through some evil twist of fate she still feels hope.
This fuels the hell her partner in pain allows himself to endure.
Hope.
Such a simple word and yet it stings the very soul of man.
It might work out.
Things could get better right?
But they wont.
Inside he knows reality.
Denial is such a deadly emotion.
It forces people to cling onto a lost cause despite their better judgment.
I will just wait a month or two to see what happens.
And the pain runs thick.
He is fading slowly into some denial-induced world of fantasy and hope.
Inside his body is blackened by the truth.
Ignorance was bliss I suppose.
Look at me smile.
Im happy.

By Chris Mccready 2003