Friday, December 09, 2005
Love is but a lie
An illusion
Created by weak women
And conniving men
Who are but liars
Thieves and cheats
Scoundrels and pigs
Deceivers all of them
Delivering pain
Despair and anguish
To those pitiful souls
Silently tormenting
Their feeble minds
Until they are but
Dust in the wind
Thus it is better
To rein in emotions
For it easier without them
Easier and safer
After a while
One could not remember
It was present
For only a fool
Will ask for more sorrow
Only a fool
Will beg for disappointment
Thus only a fool
will let it begin
For in the end
Everything
Is bound to fail
An illusion
Created by weak women
And conniving men
Who are but liars
Thieves and cheats
Scoundrels and pigs
Deceivers all of them
Delivering pain
Despair and anguish
To those pitiful souls
Silently tormenting
Their feeble minds
Until they are but
Dust in the wind
Thus it is better
To rein in emotions
For it easier without them
Easier and safer
After a while
One could not remember
It was present
For only a fool
Will ask for more sorrow
Only a fool
Will beg for disappointment
Thus only a fool
will let it begin
For in the end
Everything
Is bound to fail
