Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Love isn't real anymore

Burning love,
Flailing
Like
Faltering leaves
Upon a
Cooling ground.
Dead love,
Skeletal,
Marrow sucked
From each
Bone and
Tossed aside.
Black love,
Turning into
Twisted hate,
Learning
To love
That which
You cannot
Live with.
The lust,
The blackest blue,
Painstakingly
Coursing its way
Through
Your veins
Like icicle needles
Boring holes
To your soul.
There is no
Love here;
It doesn't exist
Anymore.

4-18-12


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