Love kills us all wether we are wound in a rose or petals falling fast. |
Misery loves companion, but does companion love misery? |
Now I know I can’t ever have you. |
The loss of another remains always as the loss of a part of yourself. |
Fear bleeds like open wounds when immersed. |
Love is the sickness spreading within my mind. |
To see you is like trying to see inside a wound that wont ever close up. |
Pulling at the strings that control you wont get you any farther then biting the hand that feeds. |
Pain is another way to mask love |
I don't bite the hand that feeds. |