The man stalks through dark alleyways
Dark alleyways of the mind, lost within them like a maze.
Torn through despair, depression feasts on his victim
Shamelessly tearing and abusing his heart like a crazed lion-
The man has dreams of rising up, of flying-
Flying off of a riviere of Rope
“Never did I give up on life,” He cries somberly between the sheets
“Life just gave up on me”
The sun hasn’t touched his pale and trembling skin in weeks
He thinks of all the Failures that he has accomplished.
Worthless
His entire viewpoint has shifted of an animal trap
Caught in a box like a small animal with nothing but a small hole to peek through
Just to see where he does not accomplish in his own world
Free, Full of life and Love
A small yellow note cries on his dresser as it sees the forgotten dust
Piling up on itself
Covering the lifesaving digits
1-800-273-8255
A Suicide Hotline, a glowing angel fighting strong in the battlefield of death
Clouded out of existence by the Demon of Depression as he pulls shut the curtains
Convincing its host only to seek inward to find peace
Just to stare eye to eye with the bleak, black eyes. Like that of a Crow.
With the souls who it preys on sobbing in the shadow of its cold eyes.
The Man grabs the piece of hope from his dresser- Puzzled
Off the dust comes with a half-hearted blow from the chapped lips of the man.
Tears dripped down his eyes as the seething entity pulls the reins away
Towards a constructed noose in the dark Kitchen
The angel cries desperately, Screaming out for attention
unsheathing a glowing red Broadsword from her belt
She grabs his eyes one more time.
Sobbing he undresses himself from his necklace of defeat.
The man hears his phone ring as he cradles it close to his ears.
The saving voice of the angel sings through it,
It sings as its wings expand and talk the man through his troubles,
pulling him out of his hole of troubles
She grabs the reins and with the glowing sword
Slashes them off, leaving him to be free of the hard and deadly pull of the demon.
The demon floods the man with tears as he opens up to the Angel.
The demon brandished a long and jagged cutlass
They charge, batting heads and swinging away
Each with hard and powerful blows,
The angel swings her sword down one last time,
slashing through the demons thick shadowy skin - Letting Loose the demon
The man sees the angel once every other week, together they combat the demon,
who desperately fights for a powerful and final “Revival”
“Never give up on yourself,” The Angel says.
“Because nobody will give up on you”