Pleasure turns to the pain of
lessons learned from the strain
questions burned in my brain..

About whether love is humane
in its touch.

These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream
in the tears of your deceit.
Fighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos
of our intertwined emotions.
Chaotic because the anchor of Erros' arrow has been plucked
from the vessel of my undying infatuation.
Separation not as simple as the distance between us.

My mind no longer possessed by demons
that have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies,
the seeds of these lies rooted so deeply
they have cracked the foundation of what we once shared
allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside to gush out like a river
ripping the image of our future together from my thoughts
as violently and as brutally as if it were a child
being taken from its mothers arms.

I'm left surrounded in darkness
but I refuse to be swallowed by it.
My loneliness like the night air
invisible to the eye
obvious to the touch.
It is cold uncomfortableness
yet if I could do it all over again,
id do it in the same skin im in.

To lay down and let love die,
just stay down and let love lie?
no, no..not I.
Id stay around and let love fly.
Even though I have seen its darkest form,
deceit.....
Nothing else could taste this warm
or feel this sweet...