You wouldn’t believe what lengths I would go just to make him suffer.
The knife through the heart would release me of my pain.
This obsession. This “love” was no
fantastic phase of fulfilment of union
This Love Was War.
A war over what side is aloud to make it out alive.
And a war about the ability to overcome
the ability to suffer longer – outlast the other.
So the fierce collision of the two raging souls ignited a passionate explosion
with no end to the misery it would bring.
But where now lies the boiling heat and the storming bolts of destruction
there existed once without doubt a Love so powerful
it was the heart, the engine
the spiralling center of their own universal