Love Adicts-Junkies
we can not to choose to whom we love, as not we can request your frail beating hearts to stop pumping out blood to us.
The harder lesson lies in those that love and love abundantly and non selfishly.
you sweet foolish heart, shall find no rest in the chambers of this court.
Your noble manor your high hopes of the love you truly long for the most in your life is merely that a dream and nothing more.
And yet your heart still beat still yearns to breathe free the air filled with milk and honey. But no promise lands a lye here on this plane.
Only gods and goddesses feel the true bounty of what life can give and take, no earthly bound mortal can even dare dream to say that they know of these things.
We seek love and we yearn for it, nay we cry for it even in pain....til the day we return to the very ground that spewed us back up from it. But we shall never know what this amazing thing is. We will never feel it fully.
But we can try as we might to know it and to feel it, although it will always been a glass halfway gone. And we shall keep drinking the last drop of it and crying in your own desperate sorry tears filled with blood and vomit. As we crawl on the ground.
Like a drunken stabbed, wounded beast that fights til its last breath. The junkie that crawls through broken glass to get their next fix for the night.
We love, love even its fucked up and treats us like your own personal prison bitch. That fucks you in the ass with no lobe what so ever./
We like being fucked up we like being broken! we like being creatures of sin that reveal in this world we know.
Even if you are the wiser that know...real love, true love....is not something a mer mortal will ever attain.
The harder lesson lies in those that love and love abundantly and non selfishly.
you sweet foolish heart, shall find no rest in the chambers of this court.
Your noble manor your high hopes of the love you truly long for the most in your life is merely that a dream and nothing more.
And yet your heart still beat still yearns to breathe free the air filled with milk and honey. But no promise lands a lye here on this plane.
Only gods and goddesses feel the true bounty of what life can give and take, no earthly bound mortal can even dare dream to say that they know of these things.
We seek love and we yearn for it, nay we cry for it even in pain....til the day we return to the very ground that spewed us back up from it. But we shall never know what this amazing thing is. We will never feel it fully.
But we can try as we might to know it and to feel it, although it will always been a glass halfway gone. And we shall keep drinking the last drop of it and crying in your own desperate sorry tears filled with blood and vomit. As we crawl on the ground.
Like a drunken stabbed, wounded beast that fights til its last breath. The junkie that crawls through broken glass to get their next fix for the night.
We love, love even its fucked up and treats us like your own personal prison bitch. That fucks you in the ass with no lobe what so ever./
We like being fucked up we like being broken! we like being creatures of sin that reveal in this world we know.
Even if you are the wiser that know...real love, true love....is not something a mer mortal will ever attain.