Creativity, I thought of it
This was pleasant, this radiated no negative
Just imaginative and calm

That imagination turned horrifying
The creative child matured
Mix the two and you've got an eloquent, angry, mature, child
Aka *****

Fear, deep fear and a mind that's just relentless for destruction
Full, entirely full of love, only to be crushed so deeply into sadness and rage moments after
Loving and needing but hating and destroying simultaneously
Craving it
Despising it
Physically needing it
Yearning, weeping, sobbing from my core for it
  Enraged and urged to destroy it
Loving it
what?

A love so immense it can ****
A need so immense it will ****
Every time
Separation is death
Break down, part by part, eternities long
To death
And there's nothing
But blank and numb and black and white
   Feel, come on, feel
*ha ha