it's quite funny
how the perfect love
is also the one to hurt the most

for there is no love
without suffering
and no suffering
without love

i pity the soul
who does not understand
divine love

their aura, glowing softly
as they hold you
in the dead of night
this is the truest love of all
this is divine love

divine love hurts the worst of all

as i lay in my dreamland
all i see is the sea
slowly but surely, drifting away
to a far off land, where no one else has seen
and will never see

a plethora of colors
fills my soul as my eyes
simply rest...
why can i not make this dream a reality?

why must my eyes stay closed when i sleep?

head up, cold soul
the emptiness shall fill you
ignoring; loathing
p   u   s   h   i   n   g
the problem                                          away

bones pained
the light of day creeps through the open blinds
no sleep
no sleep
no sleep

thoughts are racing, going in circle
settle down, buddy boy
the voices in your head
deafeningly loud
please! sleep once more
sleep foreve

my love, my life, my reason
mine
                  e
                     n
                        t
                          i
                            r
                              e

i want to feel the flesh
attached to your bones
and memorize
the curvature
of your spine
because, quite simply

i am yours
and you are mine
entire

a shell of a body, nothing more..
life goes on anyhow.
mutilation and blood galore
but still the world will not
                                             stop

empty soul, empty life
will things ever begin to get
b
   r
      i
        g
          h
            t
              e
                 r                  ?

this is a downward spiral
progression
of my life
and i am
simply there