I never stop

 I some times feel like you are a demon.  Sent from hell to rip me to pieces.

You lies are golden, impossible not to believe.

Your chocolate eyes sing of loyalty and trust and home.

But it is a facade.  You lure me in. Give me light and happiness.

Making it blacker when you leave.

Making me question if I can ever make it out of this hole.

And part of me believes that when I do you will be there waiting

glowing with imaginary light and hope.  Waiting to silence my happiness again.

An endless cycle of despair because I never stop wanting it to be true.