Loves Deceit
Pleasure turns to the pains,
of the lessons learned fromt the strain brain,
About whether to love is humane
In it's touch
These thoughts are like salmon
Swimming upstream
In the tears of your deceit,
Fighting the current hurt
That kills more than is creaked
By the chaos of our interwined emotions
Chaotic because the anchor
Of Ero's 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 the demons
That had 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 surrounded in darkness
But I refuse to be swallowed by it,
My loneliness like the night air.
Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch
In it's cold uncomfortableness
Yet if I could do it all over again,
I'd do it in the same skin I'm in.
To lay down and let love die
Just stay down and let love lie.
No, no, not I
I'll stay around and let love fly,
Even though I have seen it's darkest from deceit.
Nothing else could taste this warm
Or feel this sweet.
-Big Rube
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