Thank you Maria for writing this with me and helping me with my blues.
Once upon a time, there was this girl:
Young and wild and free.
Her heart on her sleeves.
Once upon a time, there was this night:
Cruel, unkind and unseen.
This girl had this thing called, 2 am blues.
The night brought with it sadness, pain and suffering too
And this girl who was young, wild and free,
Lost it to the darkness that screeched.
This darkness was darkest than the darkest of nights.
The girl struggled to find her sight.
She cried and wailed to find her way.
But the night was unkind is least to say.
This darkness was thick, and black, and red.
Red for the blood that was shed.
Black for the thoughts it contained within itself
Black for the pain that from her body spread.
Black, the gates of heaven were.
This darkness was thick; no screams were heard.
She lay on bed praying for help
Black, the rivers from her eyes became.
Black, the forest in her sight became.
Darkness, darkness was everywhere.
She tried to drift away to Neverland,
But the ghost of darkness fetched her back.
No help came, came no savior, no protector
No God, no friend. No foe, no rescuer.
The ghost of darkness then scratched her skin
From its sharp nails of metal, it did its sin.
It was no longer a matter of when, how or what
All that remained was the last door shut.
The night was adamant on taking no prisoners.
It wanted to devour what was within her.
Its sharp nails dug so deep in her soul,
Taking a heap, and she was no longer whole.
She withered and winced so in pain,
Cried and cried, endlessly, in vain.
But there was no one to listen, no one to help.
As the night took her piece by piece.
The girl slowly drifted away.
And soon lost herself along the way.
The night was unkind is the least to say..