Szélmalomharc...

Pleasure turns to the pain,lessons learned from the strain,questions burned in my brain…About whether love is humane in its touch.These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit, fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos of our intertwined emotions,chaotic because the anchor of Erros’ arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation, separation not as simple as the distance between us. My mind no longer possessed by demons that have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies.The seeds of these lies rooted so deeplythey have cracked the foundation of what we once shared allowing the faith in us, I had sealed inside, to gush out like a riverripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from its mothers arms. I’m left surrounded in darknessbut I refuse to be swallowed by it.My loneliness like the night air invisible to the eye obvious to the touch, it is cold uncomfortableness, yet if I could do it all over again I’d do it in the same skin I’m in.To lay down and let love die, just stay down and let love lie? No. no…not I… I’d stay around and let love fly even though I have seen its darkest form deceit nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet…