Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.

Yesterday evil thieves gave irresistible promises. Today death can give no solace. Tomorrow a glimmer of hope exists beneath the screams of pain.

Yesterday I ventured into forbidden territory.

My footsteps soundless despite being weighed down by my heavy heart.

In this land I gaze upon a drawer of knives,

Their glimmering hilts liquid from their promise to make everything melt into nothing,

The sharp blades whisper bittersweet words of peace,

A peace given from the hands of emptiness,

A horrific idea warms my heart in a way a once lived false joy was once lived could never do.

Today the knives’ kind words no longer sooth,

Promises of peace do not exist,

Instead pain riddles my fortress, 

Once a place protective of me,

Now in utter ruin.

It’s gates lay in rubble,

Begging for darkness to invade. 

My reflection plagues my mind,

Purple circles beneath my eyes once crisp and blue, 

Boil with hatred and pain.

Hatred given to those who have scorched my already weakened soul.

Tomorrow whispers of hope try to seep in,

But the screams of yesterday’s emptiness and tomorrow’s sorrow make the whispers inaudible.

The sweet light of real promises are clutched by the hands of darkness.

A promise from long ago resurfaces as emptiness takes over. 

Is this happiness? Is this peace?

Once, a place of black and gray was given light for the price of deeper sadness later.

The merchants sell to those who want this light,

I cannot have it now.

Emptiness does not allow light, it does not allow dark.

It does not allow anything except,

Nothing.

Author's Note

If you find any problems, please tell me about them!
~Scathach