The circle of darkness

It wasn’t like the clichéd bullshit of a young emotionally troubled boy sitting in a dark corner. There was pain in his dark eyes instead of tears, just wishing for a ray of light that would guide him to a place that he could call home. But the past was overbearing and just the thought of the future brought shivers down his spine. The dark corner wasn’t his home, but a place to call his own. Even though people could see him no one could ever look inside the deep empty void that was strangling his throat. The demons were over powering, no bloody exorcism could drive them away. The scars were fresh, the scent of the blade still lingering like mist above them. Silent screams filled the dark corner agonizing the shadows passing by. There was no escape, not that he didn’t try. He was determined but the cruelty of life is mysterious, those who want to stay leave but the unfortunate few who are looking for any means necessary to get the f**k out are pushed back no matter how much they try how much they beg and cry. Life is a harsh mistress, f***s you when she pleases with a strap on and never lets you go. To find humor in such a state was a mystery even to him. How could someone so fucked up be such a delight to be with? How could anyone find comfort with such a troubled soul was beyond belief. Born in hate sent into the society to be a saint, a saint with a hard on for the reaper. A door opens, an angel appears, beckons him to take her hand, washes away the blood and tears. The healer shows him what he could never had imagined, a hope that things can actually change for the better. Years go by; the corner slowly laminates from the candle lit by her. There is light everywhere, he is happy for a change. But how stupid we are when all we can see is only what appears in front of the eyes. No matter how many candles you light up in a place, there’s always a spot at the bottom that remains dark. No matter how small it will always be there and when you see that spot and realize it can’t be filled, the eyes stop focusing on the lit up room but the one little f*****g spot that wont light up causing you to breathe heavily and blowing out the candle and the cycle continues.