Love Is a Weapon

Love is a weapon.
It destroys me.
It decenigrates me into a pool of tears.
it renders me useless.
Down for the count.

It drowns me inside it, like a tourturer.
Unable to talk.
Unable to breath.
Unable to think logically.

It slams me up against the wall and has it's way with me.
It contorts me and bruses me deep down.
It reminds me it has happened again and again.

It's like a bully.
It knows just where to hit to make it hurt.
it's perfect words to use against someone.

It shoots me down.
It blows me up.
Love is a weapon.
It's a constant war.
It destroys for gain.
It doesn't care if your tired or weak.

It stabs you in the chest at the most oppertune moment.
It ties you in it's ropes.
It leaves you trapped and helpless.

All you can do when your in it's clutches is gasp for breath.
Your hypontized.
Your speachless.
Your blind.
Your useless.
Your clueless.

Your buried deep within Love's grounds.
No hope for escape.
Resistance is futile.
Love is a weapon.