Hopelessness is a Loyal Mistress

Hopelessness is a loyal mistress. Tender agonies whispered in ones ear, twisted thoughts to forget by sunlight; only the uneasy shadows cast doubt. Warming embrace of past mistakes, lovingly corrupting every though; every joyous memory left defiled. She is a tenacious, unstoppable force. Sacred truths lifted from impenetrable walls; raised up as if by providence, thusly burned. Loneliness is the timber piled to the sky, entombing childish dreams of the everlasting. Hatred for the self becomes a ready tinder, Lost sparks of loving hands burn forever. Motherly care scorning innocence; beautiful tenderness charred to a black husk. Hopelessness is a loyal mistress, ever guiding you into the abyss. Hope a bonfire lit by loving hands.