Forever Ripped from Nail to nail Flesh hanging But not free
No piece left Unpierced Tormented Moth-eaten dream
Every moment, I wait. I have never been free from the art of inflicting, yet it can cease to be. But that lies in their hands, in the silence they refuse to feel. Only they can make me love the good, and only they can make me love the suffering. For my love is in everything they do. If they no longer torture, I no longer love torture. If they no longer bleed each other cold, then I no longer love such a heart-draining horror. But the “if” means nothing when they love the suffering too. They reject it, but they manifest it, and from their worlds justify it. They take the most powerful organic tool, language, and destroy empathy with it. I will always suffer, and I will always love it. I will always love them and all the ways they burn, gouge, and break the bones, shatter the hearts of each other. I will continue to flow in the tears down their fragile faces, and I cannot have it any other way. I am embodied in love and enslaved in worlds of hate.
My heart became the art Life is loving Suffering But if I could hate There’s nothing I could ever hate Than loving Anything AnymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
