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Assassin of the mind.
Breaker of spirits.
Turn one inside out,
And rend the soul
Tear the heart.
Build false hope.
Offer your idols.
Destroyer of man.
Share your lies.
Bring your untrue comfort.
| sure does build false hope....hmm.|
thanks for this. its painful truth yet we still hold on to that thing don't we? something deep inside of us reaches out for it and we have little control...like falling for the enemy kind of.
I'm quite done with it myself but every now and then i find myself feeling lonely.
|| Posted on 2012-01-27 00:00:00 | by Amma | [ Reply to This ] || I think you hit the nail on the head |
with this piece, I have stopped
bothering to try and put the pin back into this grenade called love, not much left to blow away anyway, I enjoyed this, good concise and meaningful.
|| Posted on 2012-01-26 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ] || Well, that's certainly one way to look at it. Untrue comfort... but the same could be said with anything that is temporary in nature. The circle of life kind of thing? Extremes face off, run away, but it all meets back in the middle some where, some time, some way. But it's sooo easy to get addicted to. Endorphins rule! |
You'll have to pardon me, I'm in the middle of reading Hesse's Steppenwolf. I like your mindset, especially when you've flattered my own work so.
"Love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure."
HERMANN HESSE, Peter Camenzind
|| Posted on 2012-01-25 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] |