What is Love??

It's the dark that encompasses a room at night; deprives you sleep.
And for your sorrows, it shall reap
And dance with you slow
Until it rips your heart out just as gradual 'till end of tommorow.


And with what does time mellow?
Is it thier minds?
Have they fallen fallow?
Or is something other than the latter
Some thing sad, forgotten.
Can we forgive that vindicator?


What is love?
But a trust you cannot be void of?
Or is a lust?
The need to feel wanted, the wanted to feel needed.  It's Disgust.






Love is an envy that cows inside the human subconcience; trapped in a dormant fetal postion until you know the pain of loss. Until you do, you cannot love. Love is evil; a monster. Love is gruesome. Love. is. Pain.