it is hard to argue

with what works, with comfort, with pleasantness, utopian dream touched. the alternative? of nightmares, bed ridden crippling finances, crippling mind, seems obvious it is a curse, a damnation: heaven has been offered. easy to digest, the sound of jingle bells, a reindeer takes off - into rainbow colored skies, made real. nothing is contested till the sky rains red. purple, angry smoking coals and the hope is that such horrors never be visited. the fates they halt, nyx stirs in her dreams, a ruse is punctured: a material world filled with holes. or does the sky remain forever blue? come night, the darkness appears, languid soft, she walks steadily, unafraid consistent to earth's heartbeat, she comes to take what is hers, the fates beckon, the strings, the cords are gutted, then dolls and golds they shimmer, dim, drop silently like night awakening. forgotten darkness, darkness does not forget. forget the light. light mirrors the sun, a false sun. hope springs forth, like a gushing river, a dam broken down, and all life embrace, run, drink from hidden wells suddenly come alive. forget the night, dark mists swirl, like patterns inside your heart waiting to be pried, opened, discovered. the light dims, fight, cling, yearn: a soul unable to fathom death, fire, ice, heat, a solid circle gets erased before fully formed. the soul fragments, sputters, stutters, as comfort, ease, pleasantness, so very smooth is the knife that cuts the heart. dark swirls, mist igniting burst into flames. the light no longer saves. night is patient, night is languid, night is calm, light sweetens, it only goes so far a little more coiled spring, nyx does not hurry nor bargain. snaps. then dust speaks: cold, dismal, fiery, adamant, spooky, lamenting, truthful, hideous, tendrils form in the mirror. i know you spoke the reflection now on the other side. i've lived as you. chasing clouds. while my heart weighed down, heavier, and more solid than light, a circle complete. when night pried my illusions apart.