HIM

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You were there for all the times I cried

I was there for you and then I lost my mind

I know I messed it but I promised I

I can make it right

I can hold you closer

I can hug you tighter

Baby, I can make it better

I can make it right

His voice was laces of honey wrapping around my mind amidst the utter tenebrosity. His words the raindrops pattering onto every heart that opened up. The drops that conjured a sweet pattern upon my skin, the thousands of liquid globes reflecting the purity within himself. Each one is the same as they sing a thousand treasured memories, all of them holding a hope, a wish to go back in time.

He was the river blue, between the skies that promised rain. Everything began as a muted shade, like a matt photography. His personality the tail lights that illuminated the heart of the city. His persona an unabashedly brilliant, scarlet, hypnosis.

The sound of breaking glass, yet this time it is a music that induced deep scars. He healed wounds as if the words were magic blood, but the shards of his own aura begin to scatter along the passing days of the era. A void was building inside him, a blackness so deep.

Thunder rolled drum beats of danger inside him, a secret, lost in the maze of his head. The storms were the opera of the skies, the rain came in orchestrated rhyme, his voice the instruments determining to sing out. He was the mystery lurking above the valley-echoed hail.

He is the whiteness to the gloomy light, and blackness to the canvases of dreams. As the quietness grew inside him, all he could hear was the tiresome rhythm of his heart beat. This is the silence that gnawed his insides. The silence that was gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words anything.

Silence, was the poisonous nothingness that had robbed him off his beam. It was within the moment of miracles that one could see the ethereal gem. The charming grin that extended to his eyes and reflected the innocence inside. The way his pair of rose lips secure the perfect alignment of teeth. The warm glow his happiness radiates. His smile was ray of sunshine and I was sun burnt.

His smile died faster than wisps of smoke after a candle flame has been snuffed out by the heavy winds. There it was again, lingering inside him, thick and heavy. This time it being a restorative draught after a storm of rain. His soft lips once again curved up into a small twisted grin but not reaching his dark eyes. The stormy eyes lit with an unexplainable sadness, and the forced expression of contrary on his mouth would have looked pleasing if it didn't make my heart heavy.

He curled his body close to the source of comfort, highlighting his virtue. An inaudible scream roared within his soul. A call for freedom, a shriek of help. A heart wrenching scene, a blood curling fear.

Fella, what happened between then and now?