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| DISEASED Love is a concept I may no longer grasp TO me love is like a toxic gas A disease that strangles in the sleep Something that carves soul deep My dark red soul Clouds in the crystal waters I may no longer, A child father I may no longer linger in hope. My spirit highly floats To another destination away from devastation Away from any relation This is my final revelation Betrayed by the only person I ever trusted A love and a friendship terminally rusted My spirit assassined by love... whatever that may be In my theory its only one evil thing, a dark , hurtful disease So please dont answer my vainful pleas, if you disagree cause to give me hope would to be killing me. SO fuck all the bullshit! And Allow Me To Sleep This Last And Final Dream That Has No Seams, Love Is A Fucking Disease. By Joshua Davila |
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