Truffle
I keep my heart inside a box.. under my bed.. to keep it safe, but still the boogeyman finds it, and then he turns it dark and black for me.. to see.. and rips all my love for you, my love for me.. out..! Filled with fear, insecurity.. oh, the questions! All the questions.. And then I see that Satan's of the world.. he's just a symbol.. a lower man.. just like I am.. his words don't matter.. it's in his eyes.. neither bullet proof nor dead.. the fuel that runs the world, his love's what's in demand and I will show the world I can.. love like he does.. love like he does.. spread like he does.. I'll be like you.. be like me.. Satan is me!; I am your friend.. the one who turns the hearts of men to see.. reality.. purposely.. just a bit mean.. vexingly.. so we can be free, dangerously, in what seems our small eternity.
Love is free..
- the Rookie of Silent