Gigicorporal Stories

...my heart grows colder and now weary...drag me to sleep again.

Here i am acquainted with the thought of the lost love In one of the longest nights my mind could ever recall The thought that haunted me from the days of innocence A nightmare that belongs solely to the past ... The somersaults on my stomach, Those little acts which were treasured Every little sweet cares crafted to melt the heart And pleasure that I would rather have than the day ... All but a show my beloved staged for a trade All but a fiasco planned for entertainment I, but a fool for love that was not mine to embrace I, who believed that vengeance is in my hands to outlive. ... An affection made as a sham meant to kill A trade for a show of a strong over the weak A love that was so tender masked to devour Like a lion starving with nothing but a mice ... Trust gained, earned indeed, earned for vain And prayers are but fleeting hopes in fullness Pain has to be endured to savour the good taste So let me just glue the shattered pieces. ... Pain. Pain