CYCLE OF FALSE RELIEF

The torture of life dissipates slowly,

So slowly that the pain never truly vanishes.

The tragic agony is so strong,

That even with love in the world,

Your heart, soul and mind just spin

In a never ending

Cycle of false relief.

What’s the meaning of life? - Is it love?

Why are we alive? - Is it to love?

What’s reason? - Is it loving?

Why do we love? - Is it to be loved?

Thinking… Reasoning… Asking… Questioning… Doubting… Loving…

Doesn’t this simply cause pain?

Doesn’t this eventually cause the forthcoming of Death?

A lethal poison within the Dark Angel.

Questions can sore,

Yet never fall,

But reality always crashes.

Love is a never ending,

Sad story of false hope and wishes and dreams.

Love, is the pitiful terror of the living.