The Cure & The Antidote

We can't push back the pain.

Cover it up with dreams.

Or pretend that it's not real.

It is very real.

Somethings exist whether we believe in them or not.

Ignoring this frustration is only a path to more frustration.

But some things never change.

You and me.

Two candles burning in the darkness.

Never alone.

But always alone.

The closer we become, the farther apart we find ourselves.

It's frustrating in the least.

but I struck the first blow.

And then second.

And the third.

Those scars resonate through our lives.

They never go away.

They never disappear.

They will always be staring back at you.

For the rest of your life.

Scars create fear.

Fear creates distrust.

Distrust...

Well...

Distrust is poison.

Which there is no antidote.

There is no cure.

So it courses through our veins, and like anything running that same course, winds up on a highway to our heart.

The metropolis of life.

Once inside, distrust can wreak havoc on everything.

Every aspect of a life.

Distrust sneaks in with the shadows.

And sits there, awaiting the perfect time to strike.

Concocting a plan.

That will bring this empire down.

From the inside.

A Trojan Horse if you will.

To which there is no escape.

To which there is no surrender.

To which there is no survival.