"The Door Painted Black."

How is it that the pain has
Consumed you so Adversely

How has it apprehended all
of Your emotions and taken
You so Low, into the pit of
Misery

Why won't it let You go and
set You Free instead of
taking away all Your Pleasant
thoughts and only leaving You
with a will to not be

Darkness is the Light in Your
Beautiful eyes through which
You now see and it gives You
Clarity of vision where only You
see an ending; where only You
can see Nothing

This is Acceptable Closure in
Your mind to give You Release
To give You Rest from all the
demons that Plague and Torment
Your Beautiful Soul

I guess that the Suffocation and the
internal Pressure is to much for
You to any longer have a Desire.
to Control or bare

Maybe a preemptive strike in lieu
of an Implosion

I wish that there was a Balm; an
topical that I could rub in, in deep
into Your Troubled Soul...

Something that I could Transfuse
from me to You;
Bringing You back; back from the
Abysses ledge whereupon You
now stand

Some kind of Healing that would
Transfer from my hand into yours
and drive itself deep and effectively
into Your Bleeding Soul, bringing
You back from that door that's
been Painted Black

*Hold on Beautiful Soul; not everything
is Painted Black in this World so Cold