A love devoid of compassion is truly nothing more than a false hope

The jealousy that consumes our souls, is naught but a confession of our own insecurity

The Distance that Stretches, is but a Test of Our Love

Keep turning left and eventually, you'll turn right

Lies can destroy with a fury worse than a hurricane, picking the bones of my soul clean until all thats left in me is a pit with feelings of betrayal and depression

To hate is to feel, to feel is to love, to love is to hurt