An Aching Pain.

An aching pain trapped within its contents of a soul.
The articulating Cords  Confined inside a Mind break its binds.
An Inhale deeper than any sigh consumes Toxins of mortal proportion.
Overhead lies the Ever burning Sun, The Light to the Darkness.
As the Evanescent light wanes, Darkness sets up its entrapment.
The Moon a dulled surface Creating Some light but not much.
With Every night, More are changed and more are created.
What has happened? What does the Future hold?
As Every look turns cold, Every touch becomes painful.
What has happened to everyone? What once was loved, now turned to Hate. Fear of Hatred and Evanescent Dreams land-lock you into a corner. Anxiety Combusts into a violent fire and you can no longer stand its burn. From the knife hoisted to the level of your face. The Demon of articulation and Disgust erupts from its ever creeping hole. With the slice of the blade, it falls to the ground limp. A steady stream falls from the different coloured pools above the knife. Those are next. With a squish of the knife, the pools become disturbed and the Water turns red. The remaning pool overflows and begins to drip faster than a faucet. Will you drain this last pool or will you kept it as a memento. Nothing can be undone, but everything can be prevented. The sliced Cords of the Mind unweave creating a lovely conglomerate of mush while the Aching pain erupts into sheer torment. You  thought it would help. You thought it would all go away. How wrong you were. Its the price you'll have to pay.