Corkscrew

Corkscrew.

Dwindling the misery, with a optimistic view. Past ghosts have become merry companions and reminders that their time has come and gone. The ashes must cascade down the welt of the scars; With each new outlook of possible happiness, comes a price tag labeled with rejection. Deteriorating faith and optimism, the years are becoming bleak and the strong core, becoming molten. The taste of blood becoming familiar and a sweet nectar of the count outs to come. Once in the depths of a precipice, now floating aimlessly in a vast body of frustration, failure, and fantasy. To uncuff chains, only to be lost in the prison of one's own creation; a mind trap with endless loops. To drive the sane into insanity; with hopes high only for them to be damned by a curl of a smile and orbs that magnetize. Falling for the same trick, underlining the cryptic messages, and restless to decode the void; winding up and down the corkscrew mishap.