Ode To Love

Betrayal:

The confession lays before me, swept over by lustful misconduct

It has rusted with time, rusted with the many moments I have spent dreaming to clear my betrayal

Ah, but what a betrayal it has been!

Without word, without noise, without thought

A silent, immortal perfidy

It stands before me, in the letters inscribed with my infinite, undying passion

It fills every thought that conjures itself to my flesh

And as if written with my blood, it flows in my veins and out to your eyes, your soul

Suppression, it fills me now, and there will be no escaping it

Oh cursed thoughts, oh cursed lies!

What have I done to us?!

Remorse:

What have I done, what have I done?

Everything lost, forsaken, forgotten

Love is but a memory, a nameless memory

A memory which I call out ceaselessly, fading into the dimly lit cavern of my heart

There is no answer

Only the cold, pressing silence of what never was, and what could have been

Ah, how much I loathe myself!

Hate, despise, detest…

Forever in my utmost despair

I shall reminisce our moments together, and dream of our mirthful adventure

However clipped it may have grown

Despair:

Destiny, what destiny?

It hollows out my heart like a knife slices through flesh

So easily, so undisturbed, so preciously wasted and left out to rot

I cannot lose, I will not lose, never shall I let you die

The wound that has cut deep into both our chests

Has done nothing more but reunite, reunify

And I will slay the one who laid the scar

Shall murder and inexorably destroy the one who dares to defy our love

Whispers, they fill my head

Screaming, bleeding, a senseless torment that reminds me of this fact only:

It was I who laid the wound, I who struck the fatal blow

It shall be me that dies along with it

Hope:

Perhaps if in my dying breath I could see a new light,

Perhaps then all could be mended and restored to success

If only the darkness that fills me now

Was not so very black and deep, so unendingly secluded

It is lonely here, and I do not wish to remain long

I must free myself from my self-inflicted bondage

Rise up from the chains, and resurrect my confession!

It will not end this way, cannot end this way

Silence is our only limit as it twirls us into the shapes it desires

I will not bow to it, I will not bow down to its power

I will clash my way through its clandestine influence

Until it speaks no more

Slaughter, it may be,

But hope must fulfill its duty

And it will carry me to the victory I yearn to obtain