• insomniac_0 31w


    Familiar scars veil black hearts
    And love is its restoring farce.
    Yet also love - the lack there of it,
    Announces the crime it has commit.

    For deep within one's human soul
    Are the many lives that it has stole.
    And the love they say can set you free,
    But only heartbreak it shall guarantee.

    So my advice is that you shall stride
    Safely closed off from this world's pride,
    And I implore that you not fall prey
    To the claws of "love" as it's slow decay.