Wounded Passion

The thought of love is two faced never truthful or logical but love bending to some light always in constant darkness Love professes to save lives create war and kill thousands love gives life to hatred yet giving life is a form of love Why have this love then at no cost we sacrifice to obtain it bask in glory when its ours cry in confusion when love is no longer Lifetimes are accosted by love in that such searches are meaningless the brighter side hibernates we await the blooms of love once more Carry on then love deceitful murderer of souls your trumpets of promise sing rampaging our world with lies