The Flight Of Icarus

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It's not a flight to Hades. Rather, a roller coaster ride.

You enjoy the thrill of it until you realize it is burning you up.

Impassioned love, this is. An affection so strong it asphyxiates you.

Flattering words pregnant with emptiness, lusty touch deprived of soul.


A hedonistic search for comfort. Machiavelliany or

Masochism. Something. Anything. Just to take the mind

Off the mutilation inside. In the dusky aftermath, you wish to

Drown in the Icarian, lest pain consume you: Pain, regret, shame.


Simply, solafey. In the end, all that's left: A burning

Hell. Love is unkind. Although, Man deserves the mangling

Brought by agony. Like gems in Inferno, unlike Icarus in the Sun.

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