How sad does this tale get…?
“Strangled by these awful thoughts, a pretty corpse hung on the corner store.”
Delightful as noon and the setting sun…
Yet as cold as rising moon.
.
How evil does this mind get…?
“What are you living for?”,
“All these happy feelings overextended, openly handed to these barbarous hands to gently caress them.”…
.
Or not.
.
You’ve been here before…
before reality.
An arena for battling thoughts…
“She loves me… She loves me not.”
A fight for truths you already know, that which they withhold.
Truths that turn bitter and painful and weigh heavily on your chest…
Still, you hold on…
Bear the aching heart and a heavy chest,
For you love them dearly…
Forever and endlessly.
And for that love,
the end of your journey is nearing.