Love, the necessity that can kill
I wish to write about love, but I'm afraid my words fail me again.
I must admit that I am lost, perhaps this is love.
The lost feeling you get, the dread you feel… I don't know.
I wish to write about love but I'm afraid my words fail me…
Are we met to feel this way?
Should I wish myself in a hole where I can die numb?
Free from pain…
Love, the necessity that can kill.
I do not understand how something that can kill you is called a necessity…
My brain or train of thought too fragile and narrow to accommodate or grasp such logic.
Perhaps.
A world without love, I cannot put my figure on what might be wrong with that picture.
You can not mourn the absence of something you have never felt.
We would be none the wiser in such a world.
Free from the clutches of SHE that claims us ruthlessly
SHE that always prevails at our expense,
Never mind the rising numbers of casualties.
Is that what we should feel or have we somehow missed the prescribed formula.
Love is for the brave, it has to be… surely you understand that your life is at stake,
And they do say love is a losing game.
We have been given will from birth, so why not choice in this matter?
I am not the brave and my heart is weak, I lack comprehension amidst clarity.
I would like to be opted out of this war between HER and one's self.
I wish to be free from ever falling into HER clutches, she is unforgiving.
Douse me in the blood that will allow her to pass me over, unseen.
But alas… no such choice has ever been given, only will.
But even with will we still come up short against HER.
Pardon me… I seem to have lost my train of thought…
Yes I am in HER… love
But I'm afraid I have been played an unfair deal…
The object of my affection is away
Away from me
So it is pain…
Never familiar but constant…
It quickens the tempo of the evolving need inside of me.
I am haggard and seek relief selfishly… but she is not obliging.
I am very deep and there are no walls for me to crawl.
I am trying to stay afloat but my legs and arms threaten to fail me…
I have realised that to end this I must end me… drown.
Go down below where water offers comfort to the swallowed ones.
I am connected to HER, she appears to be my life line.
To rid myself of HER I must rid myself of me.
I am HER unwilling vessel…
Tarnished on the outside but SHE remains safe and untouched inside.
This is where my will comes in… my substitution for choice.
I stop and sink… hoping that the gushing waters invading my insides drown HER.
It does… SHE drowns
But so do I…
Love, the necessity that can kill.
