I am reaching into the depth of me
Searching for anything.
Anything at all.
Love?
My heart grows colder and bitterly lonesome by the second.
Saddness?
My tear ducts are dry and shriveled from overuse.
A pulse?
Nope,
still alive.
But barely
The Blade is my mistress.
Feel Alive.
But only for a moment.
F
E

The stage
it calls out to me.
And for some obscence reason I respond.
I feel the warm floodlights embrace my body, and send an electrifying tingle
down
my
spine.
I am overwhelmed by some sort of spirt,
I open my mouth and a song comes out.
A song of pain, love and loss.
I sing until I cant stand it anymore.
Until I am
Shaken
To
my
Core.
The red velvet curtain relases it self.
An eruption of cheer shortly follows.

What the hell just happened?














my
core.

Why do the call it "falling" in love?
Is it because it's supposed to feel as if your
gliding
through the air?
Soaring confidently down deeper and deeper.
The edranaline is
Rushing
Through your veins.
And just when your about to crash to your death, your love sweeps you into their arms, and just
Holds you.
But what if the person you love doesn't love you back?
Instaed of gliding and soaring, you are
Plummeting
To your death, to your final breath.
And you crash and break into a million cutting peices.
Who will clean up the mess?

Who?