A World Of My Own

The Loveless Man

In a world of lost I recollect on the past time when I had the joy. But that has since past and that joy has diminished to nothing more than particles of emotion encrypted into the farthest place of my infinite mind

But as that vast mind searches for truth is attacked and abused by emotion itself putting hold and everything an all thoughts.

It is love, this lack of, is what is tearing and annihilating his forged beauty and then burning it until it is nothing but ash and defacing all that shrined.

This grieving man is dying, not form physical but emotional pain that is slowly achieving greatness by his sorrow. This man is losing this fight and he himself has never even fought.

This condescending emotion is taking over, affecting his life, his skill; his intellect. Rupturing all reality that come front.

Nobody has saved him, but people have broken him. With the bleak past lovers setting fire to all care and vibe in his life he has since felt the necessity of love.

This divine greatness has torn him and now he is left in despair. Where has this feeling left to go? Will it come back? No, it is gone forever and it isn't coming back to this grunt.

Without a warm heart and lack of a beautiful face, he is nothing. He is lost. And now he sits; a lonely dove.