It don't even hurt but sometimes we need answers
"Pleasure turns to the pain, of the lessons learned from the strain, of the questions burned in my brain, about whether to love is humane, in its touch. These thoughts are like salmon, Swimming upstream, In the tears of your deceit, Fighting the current hurt, That kills more than is created, By the chaos of our intertwined emotions: Chaotic because the anchor of Eros' arrow has been plucked from the vessel of my undying infatuation. Separation not as simple as the distance between us, my mind no longer possessed, by the demons that had been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies. The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply, They have cracked the foundation of what we once shared, Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside, To gush out like a river, ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts as violently and as brutally as if it were a child being taken from his mother's arms. I'm left surrounded in darkness, but I refuse to be swallowed by it, my loneliness like the night air. Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch, in its cold uncomfortableness. Yet if I could do it all over again, I'd do it in the same skin I'm in. To lay down and let love die, Just stay down and let love lie: No, no, not I. I'll stay 'round and let love fly, Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit. Nothing else could taste this warm or feel this sweet."
- Big Rube
"And these thoughts connecting me with the pharaoh, his answers are mysteries of my tomorrow, I fall from the frame of time and I feel covered with sorrows and black roses, and melodies of what tomorrow can bring if I'm there with hopeless soldiers. Time gaps and world ages in the midst of an uprising where the heart and mind are cages, reminiscence of smiles with tears of old times and those yet to come as frustration rages. Sleep without dreams or feelings as soul leaves the body and dissolves, so cold outside but warm inside as the air brings back fumes of love from the womb of mothers' love where it all evolves. I see a ghost dancing when my spirit walks alone, and my steps are erased on my way back home. Under the dark grey sky it rains purple through the light, as the tears are washed away at the end of every night. I ask lord where they all departed when the time was near, the sins they committed can't be enough for me to hear. Then that angel rescues the dawn and clouds shine along, my anger for them dies slow but my silence brings them back strong."
-Reen
It'll never hurt but sometimes we have questions
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