Life and beyond
What if the love you thought you had nolonger exists? What if the heart that beat life into your veins was taken from you? What if the life you live is replaced by the death others mourn?
Life, a complete mess of emotions, feelings and dismay wrapped in a layer of mistrust, sneakiness and lies. This hollow life that we lead is the culmination of generations of hopelessness, aimlessness and fear.
Follow your heart. What if I have no heart? What if I gave my heart away and it was returned broken, smashed, grinded, blended and in an urn? What if it was never returned?
I face life’s final days with a hole in my chest, blood on my hands and a blindfold over my eyes. Hope is the dream for the uneducated. There is no hope. Only pain.
Pain is my guide and is employed by the reaper. As death siphons the life around me and the colors turn to gray. I think of the love I lost and the heart that was never returned.
Life it seems is the lie. The lie that hope is real and true love exists. Love is for the weak, the feeble, and mostly for the ones that still have a heart capable of feeling. True love is a lie. Dead simple. No fancy words or saying. True love is a lie.
