Wandering throughout my
confused, cluttered mind
holding the torture of crimes
within
yielding a deadly burden with a
dark blade to pierce
into my heart the love produces
sin
Sometimes I wonder why it is
loving someone producing
irrational thoughts
one ounce of passion can be so
great and so horrid
vastly ranging healing and
destructive properties for peace and distraught
everyday I wonder whether if I
should love
since all I know is that it may
lead my soul astray
on throughout my mind flows
happiness, pain and confusion
great and yet horrid; love seems
to take reason away.
Rather than knowing who is the
true love, the one
every day I try to figure whom I
have a strong passion for
and even if I could find who do
I really want to take the risk;
The risk of experiencing the
black blade of love once more?
Another question is whether we
can manipulate our future or not,
never really knowing whether
fate is true;whether we have any control.
Distressing my head with the
thought of possibly never finding love
yet maybe it is a good thing but
I shan't know for sure.
Endless torment causes infinite
oblivion
to me because these questions
cannot be answered or known;
so I guess that I must learn to
push it aside
over time the wound should be
healed and sewn.
Hell reigns onside these walls
of obsidian;
only god can help if time fails
to heal.
Rather than ignoring my
curiosity towards love
ruling my head I still want to
feel...
I want to know whom I love
being much like beauty in love
with me, the beast.
Love is so strange but I think I
have made my decision at last
ever so sure I guess I want love
to be unceased.