I'd phrase it as that I am trying to feed.
A man has to eat, eat.
When you take seat in a self placed aybss.
The only light burning is the one you reminisce.
Now days in front a furnace,
trying to resist the creeping darker forces.
Running you south, deeper down the forest.
Leading to your bliss and remaining torment.

in dark deep aybss
i caught a little twinkle
and stepped inside it

"They Say Love Hurts" and "I Feel Sick"
Mere memories to what I'm feeling now..
What is this?
I was in love with you..
Ever so madly.
Willing to rip myself apart for you ever so gladly.
But now..
What is this?
Do we just exist?
Together again.. I still love you...
But am I in love?
I don't think I am.
Holding on to something that wasn't there for so long.
Moving on... In circles.
A cycle that never ends.
Why do I go back to him?
"Do what makes you happy"
What if I don't know?
Just going with the flow to the unknown.
My heart is an uncharted aybss that was once full of nothing but a heated bliss.
Now.. Nothingness.
He even called me cold hearted merely due to a small reflection of myself.
For a moment I became what was hurting me.
And God, did I ever feel so free.
Back to the question of love.
Should love feel like this?
If not please tell me.