What good does it do for me to love a God? I am nothing but a human, a hopeless creature. Sabotaging everything I love is my true nature. Loving you doesn't come easy to me. It's tearing me apart knowing that we don't have a future. How can I protect my soul against the force of nature? How can I work on the storm in my heart? I was silent symphony you have undone me. I am snow-blind at your golden sight, I selfishly leach to your unearthly company. I am trembling with a frantic uproar, An inquiring rumble so deep it shocks me too. You crept into my black dreams, turning every unspeakable ****** nightmare into a rosy dream.
I am a creature starved of love, you are an enchanting mirage of affection. How can I not fall for your exquisite smile? Your intangible but visible presence brightens my unholy sky. Unknowingly, you snared my heart. Now I am ruined for this lifetime. But what good does it do for me to love a God? I might as well love the sun or the stars or anything else that's forever out of reach.
it's a vibration in the air that leaves tingles in the back of my throat as my hairs stand on end it's the electric currents in my veins the magnetic pull of all that i touch which draws me in and yet it's like a shiver down my spine a hot mist through my nostrils with a scent and stench as drool and blood dribbles onto the floor splattering from the corners of my lips when i wheeze and cough and it comes in waves that shake my knees, my hands and the flesh that binds me whole