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Wednesday, February 22, 2006


Love….
It is a trial, for those who would do anything to get it
It is a trap, for those who cant live without it
It is…. In some ways Death, for those who can’t control it
The beginning of the end, for those who are, and will forever, be woven in its fingers
This is truly…the end for us all, even though we don’t know what the end truly is…
Once someone is tangled in it spindly fingers they are forever trapped unless someone cuts the strands
In its nasty mucky fingers they disappear, into what I don’t know, I, I am just a watcher
They start disappearing in sorrow and despair, the thing that I feast on, the thing that I am surrounded by
For what they love is unclear now as they sink deeper, as I, drink in their sorrow, for I am the flame that feasts on it, I, am the Flame of Sorrow
Love bites at us and makes us its slave as soon as we are bitten, but I, remain, unbitten through time…
Forever love shall take us all and beat us dry until we die and disappear, in my domain, the screams ring…
Where we go is not known to us but heaven isn’t one of the answers, for even those who are good don’t go there, because no one is innocent anymore…not any more…. at least, not qwuite....
Hell greets us with its greedy hands and makes us slaves but not to love.... Because down there hate is ruler, and I love hate.... and... hate loves .... me....

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