The struggle wraps around my throat like ropes, twisting and choking.
Dark light enters my eyes and my own lightness dims,
Where have I gone?
Back to my dark universe,
The one I set up so well.
Walls painted with fantasies, desires and hopes,
Carpeted floors cushioning egos, but I remember all of their footprints.
I’ll always remember.
Happiness must always come at a price.
Because I had my dark universe and it was mine, they wanted to consume it.
It wasn’t enough for them that I only existed in codes and equations,
They needed to consume it.
Cannibalistic manipulations draining me of my blood….
Might I be tastier?