Dance of Despair

The walls are tearing apart. The glorious familiar cracks, it echoes everywhere and all around, it creeps into your ears.

The waves are clashing outside, slapping itself harder and harder, swallowing your scream, your shout, your plea, your cry.

As you grow helpless and hopeless, the waves, walls, and cracks cheer and clink their glasses, saluting their victory.

Surrounding and chanting “Despair” as Despair makes its way to dance around your body, binding you with invisble and robust ropes.

They shout and scream even louder as they chop your arms. They laugh hysterically as they cut off your legs. Mutilating your body and feasting on your internal organs.

Your defense has been crushed inside out. They grin so wide as you are now handicapped. They jump as your head falls from your mutilated body.

They have eaten you alive, physically and mentally. Draining you out since you were little with constant agony that builds up nicely around your heart as it becomes fragile. Their persistence has won the battle.

Now you have nothing.

Bloods eveywhere, your room is filled with you. Your organs, the remaining of your body.

They still dance, laugh, grin, partying their sweet victory over your crushed soul. A catastrophic celebration of a tormented soul.

Despair, the ever popular parasite that bleeds your soul dry, that sucks your spirit, leaving you nothing but a definite suicide act, the ever catastrophic tumor has won again.