If you truly love something
You will suffer for that love
The passion will burn in the pit of your soul
Until you dig it out
And let it grow with your tears

Words are my love
I search for them in the deep corners of my heart
When my soul can no longer withstand the burning sensation
I rip them out
And splatter the blood on the wall
Like paint on a canvas

My words are my soul
in its purest form.
My stories are a collection of tears
that willingly let drip down my face.