love
l
o
v
e
is a word
meanless to me

not because i hate it
but because i forsake it
take it
strip it naked
and forget it

then i wake my foolish wisdom
and bring blood up to my eyes
making me drown in crimson tides

then upon my death
i see and feel nothingness
numbness to the fullest degree

if i were alive to know
i would protest my decree
to dive into such a state
in exchange for a lower rate
an easy out
a shortcut of sorts
only to end
in nothing akin
nothing known
seen
or
otherwise
experienced
i may wish it hard
in the climax of stress
but once removed
i'd rather sleep to rest
not rest in peace
in common grave,
a slave to all out prison
of inactivity
by means of my inactivity
oh, what lamentations
i do wail
and show my emotions
that reveal me frail
unable to love
to feel that compassion
and have an effect
from something moving
in progressive fashion
instead of standing
in the devil's planning
and world grip
as my faith starts to sink
and my hope starts to slip
i fall on devil tongue
his devil teeth
play in devil fun
prolonging the kill
to appropriate his will
because if he can take me
another is sealed
so my only way up
is to drink this cup
cool the flames of pride
and cut loose humility
catching a ride
blank slates are disregarded
and for souls unfaithful
rewards are retained or retarded
for actions, disgraceful
slowed by justice first
to make grateful
and quinch its growing thirst
and yours
thirsing for a meaning
of it all
but just wait
a minute, small
'cause here it beams
now
what this all means
is that somehow
i need to face my fears
first
before redemption
can justly be dispersed