The Truth About Love

It's a spew of lava that burns your skin to the bone

It's the call of darkness that waits to take you under

It's the cry of agony you yell before giving in to your demons

It's the permanently branded scar on the back of your hand

It's the feeling of dying over and over again

It's the desire to stop breathing and dunk your face into boiling acid

It's coughing up dirty blood and vomiting up your internal organs

It's coming to the parlor of a spider, while forgetting you're a fly

It's having your neck snapped and your vocal cords ripped out

It's being glued to your seat, while knives are thrown at you

It's the lips of poison ivy, it's venom quenching your need for pain

It's like little crystals pressing themselves into your pores and squeezing through your bloodstream

It's like your fingers are stuck in a freezer, so freezing cold, it's burning hot, like fire

It's like a iron cage that will never let you go

It's like waiting

It's like trust, breakable as a twig, waiting to stab you in the back, to kill you slowly, intimately, even after you surrender your senses

It's like a secret that gets under your skin, determined to ruin and corrupt you and leave you all alone

And that's what love is.