The more you understand love, others, and its power connecting with others,
the more they see the
part of themselves they still hate.
And they will hate you for it.
Cracking unseen decadance in a deep cave blessed by a pond, inside
(or rather itself), a mirror of
fire anger and pity;
pain abuse and loneliness;
loss death and destruction.
dipping into decades of refractions of
faces, and what lied beyond their eyes,
even more sullen than thine.
I've always known how I feel.
Love always reigned in my life.
The Touched, a community,
at this time plagued;
curse themselves to sleep.
A line of misfortune.
and with it all I still bask
in all of the cosmic confluence,
reaping its infinite knowledge of light.