| Tangible thoughts surge through my eyes; cold, electric currents of raw emotion. Pain oblivious to life's parade, no. Grand and decadent is his float. Severe the binds which holds me here. Let me float away. . . and abandon that which has abandoned me. To love is to give blindly. To expose yourself and become vulnerable to any blind touch. A schism has torn me apart, her dagger has peirced my heart. Of love, what do I have to say? Let it go and run far away. |