Soulless Solace

Life had become a dream, a nightmare had become your surrendered state of being. Scrambling to hold your composure, sweat dampens your skin. Look at you, fool, talking to yourself in the shadows. Panic pulses with every beat of your heart, the steadiness of it seems to mock you. Memories rush attempting to surface a smile, the beautiful mercy of solace in your time of need. This God damn time of need, begging for a sign. If only this life had been a children's story. With the hero whom rushes in at the last minute to make a daring rescue of the beautiful damsel, but you are the only hero in the story, a shit hero to add. There was never a damsel more than a shattered idea of false hope. So pull the trigger.