Blind at Noon!

I hate myself for hating you. It's the virus inside of me that is crippling me by the second. The venom is settling in and I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. I'm only aware of being lost somewhere, somewhere dark. The winding tunnels look like nothing I have ever known in my life. These halls are ever changing. Finally I stumbled across a light, dim but useful. With the newly found asset my journey's lungs were filled with fresh, new air. The chambers were now lit, showing all of the details on the walls like a heart on the sleeve. The light that was once a blessing has now brought me incredible pain; the truth. I realized that the endless, dark, gloomy halls that I had been travelling through had been my very own heart. It was mine but it was as common to me as an old German comic book. It scared me more than anything before that I had ever experienced. The farther I stay away, the happier (blinder) I am. Since that day I tore my heart off of my sleeve and vowed never to trust again! I crashed the lamp and fell to the floor breath-taken, barely with a beating pulse and I swore never to open my eyes again! I love the dark and how its love wont just walk away...