She, the destoyer

I am happy.

Completely filled with my eternal sunshine.

Irrevocabaly and irreversibly at peace.

But then you enter the room.

You glide over to me with such angelic rythmicism.

Everyone else takes the background as you take the fore.

Dressed in the blackest of blacks.

Your hazel eyes hypontize me.

Magnificent hair freely flowing in the air.

As you inch closer, the more I am disilussioned.

That sweet, sweet aroma reminds me of home.

Your head inches closer towards me.

The rose look of your lips moves closer into my vision.

My eyes close.

And the deal seals.

Lust fills our mind sets.

The passion intensifies.

This drug being my newest addiction.

But with all virtues, there's a vice.

At first, I notice nothing.

Then the poison finally settles.

I gasp for air.

I smack you away.

Exclaiming for an explanation.

You merely seep into the plain white walls.

And I find myself in a place where nothing exists.

It fills me with anger, disgust, depression.

I look for a way to escape this hell.

But how do you look for something that never existed?

Sitting down, the tears pour like a waterfall.

I know I'm trapped here forever.

This eternal hell of nothingness.

And it was because of she.

She, the destroyer.