Gift Wrapped
© Copyright 2003 - Recherché Inamorato Productions

There exists something inside.
The feeling is overwhelming; the most powerful force ever to exist.
But I wonder if I'm alone.
This is nothing ever felt on any given day.
It's deeper than love could ever be.
All emotions mixed into one and then like neverending volume control, always being turned up higher.
A man.
And he makes me feel this way.
I hate that bastard.
But this is the greatest experience.
This is serious.
I pulled out my heart and let him devour my soul.
I step on the very same ground as him and breathe the same air.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Who the hell am I kidding?
Is this what the end of the world feels like?
I'm exasperated, plucking the flower petals with wishes instead of chants.
Or are they love spells?
An acquaintance he knows much deeper.
Exotic touch under magical eyes.
I felt him and he felt me.
I want to fucking kill something and take it to him...
Gift wrapped.