All synapses firing,
Focusing,
Trying to escape the darkness
And flee into the daylight
Of ignorance and bliss.
Too late!
The darkness swallows
And consumes, inside out
And not caring,
Because she's gone-
Fleeing from the soul,
Leaving the mind and
Fucking ruining
Any sense of sweet, sweet
Elation.
All synapses are firing,
Because Happiness is
Truly fleeting.
