A man once told me "Your greatest happiness sparked in instant joy could only be brought forth from your greatest defeat. a pain only a heart break could feel."
To over come such dislike, brought inside the image one finds as glimpses of memories overwhelm reflections, mirrors become enemies, sounds sore as knifes striking hearts as harmonies linger
Now surrounded by one deepest fears, with a mind set depressed, with beauty blackened not able to define the word, life is thought to be taken, sickened by an evil that could not have been self inflected
Hope means little but if this man is right then I shall wait. for this darkness to spark a fire of faith and guid a lost soul back to joy