Now tell me, "Is love simply a game to be played? Or, was I more of such circumstance to obligingly obey??? ..."

Ecclesiastes 4:5 The fool folds his hands together, and eats his own flesh. Proverbs 18:2 A fool has no delight in understanding, but that his heart may discover itself. Proverbs 10:14 Wise men lay up knowledge: but the mouth of the foolish is near destruction.

Judas Iscariot gave as he wept A kiss marked of treachery - or rather, Christ's destiny - Death's betrayal he met...

I am..... Beauty. I am the Beast.... The ravenous creature that feeds off my veins.....

A separation of souls meant never to be parted.... Malice in the form of mystic morbidity... waiting in vain for a glimpse of Alice to lead me back home... And I lie here gallantly beguiled, pretending I've not been left here alone... Again....

The conundrum that encumbers the very threads of our society goes against all that is moral, pure, or of any true integrity or substance. At the center of each and every one of us lies a black pit of darkness. True to nature, many fall victim into vile pits of self-serving, unsatisfying, unscrupulous shadows of existence. Surely the strong survive over such a condemning weakness.... Regardless, ought not good prevail in the end?? Perhaps, the focus ought not be soley on the final outcome.... But rather, the quality of the resulting by-product (mankind) of a manufactured society corrupted over ages of immoral evolution. Will there be even a single flicker of light to ignite for the searching to find??? And, in due course, I ponder, if the soul falters.... Whatever then becomes of the mind???

i am a speck of dust upon a cloister of abrasions to some i may be the aberration itself and to others, i am, quite simply, undeniably close to the cusp i am torn and i am torment long-winded chimes of captivity, unsightly…. abhorrent indecision and illusion forged as incomplete, despite attempts at deceit and delusions flecks of gold and pleasure caressed in pain a tragic syndrome if one ever believed in such a thing bounty of sorts, a hoard of mass amounts surmounts to treasure, beguiled in meanless measures for what is to come is simply a story retold childish nightmares sung in lullabies baby cries herself to sleep over heat as torching as languid goodbyes sighs, dark nights, fright and fear…. incessantly come near yet never a tear stretches in sight….never to repent, nor dare to lament - such would decree misfitting a monster is only as perverse as the saints decree the demented only as hell-bound as those….who, they themselves, wish they were free…. a flagrant martyr is most commonly an acquired sire a duty-bound hired hand useless without it’s master a force-fed convict is simply debauchery’s debacle as is, resistance’s remorse contrary to the oncoming slaughter.

Rebellion redundant And never gratified Unfortunate misfortune For i live, though I've died

The acceptance of resignation Is truly a notable feat Yet to deny one's self glory At the risk of defeat Turns a cowardice into a cheat

A love story