Love is the cure
Come
close dear,
trauma bond
with dark desire,
that no dull moments
may slow down pace of life,
though the side effect is pain,
which will cause endless suffering,
till we reach the point of exhaustion,
wasting this gift of life bestowed by God.
Thus spake the devil, disguised as ego,
which the confused soul took as itself,
lost in life’s maze, dead man walking,
trapped by demons mind conjured,
though strangely always free,
when thoughts are rested
and when love sparks
warmth of bliss
when souls
kiss.
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