Love, The Immortal Enemy
Love, the immortal enemy. Created vampires to suck the life out of me. Destroyed by hugs and kisses. Destroyed by memory. Love, the immortal enemy. It has me seeking death and something more. You say love doesn't have to be painful but then you have not really loved. You were just looking for an acquaintance to share the admission of killing time. That's not love, that's just a way of avoiding being lonely.
Love, the immortal enemy. It defaces all thoughts, destroys all conscience. It's a marketing tool. It's a political tool. You keep telling me I experienced the darker side of love but what if it was real? Reality is dark? Reality is something that should be avoided? Light over dark? What are your feelings? Does it take your god to make you believe that what you have is love and what is not what should be?
Love, the immortal enemy. Because we all know we love oppression, we thrive on it. We want our freedom but we won't get it because by the time we "get" it, we have something else to oppress and repress us back towards where we came from. We feed the myth because we love the romantic thoughts that flood our brains when they are away. If they were here all the time, we'd get so sick of them we'd want out. Love is living for the lonely souls who are easily deceived.
Love, the immortal enemy. No amount of philosophy, light or dark, can shake the feeling away. Adam and Eve, babies and their candy......we cannot stay away for long and are made to look like fools if we are not. Rumours spread like a forest fire and Chinese Whispers distort everything out of the blue. What chance is there to live peacefully? Again, we perpetuate the myth. We are the legends of mythmakers and the mythmakers of legends. So easily entwined.
Love the immortal enemy. I love you does not mean it's true. I'm looking for honesty does not mean I want it. The casual hypocrisy we steal from others is nothing short of magnificent. A tower of ugly beauty. A monument of our own stupidity. " You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!" We are the victims of our own hypocrisy. It's funny how we're so naive we refuse to see through this. Or don't want to see through it.
Love, the immortal enemy. This is the end. You cried your tears. You gave away your fears to take on new ones. You let yourself be used. You, in turn, used others to trade off on this feeling of loneliness. You think it's not like that. You think these words are dark. You trade yourself that you're just a prostitute. The only exceptions is that you're a bank manager in the way you set out terms and conditions that will always apply. It's all the same.
Love, the immortal enemy. It's null and void. But in that space life goes on. And it's a space you want to fill. Someone to call your own. Someone to come home to. Someone to share your sleep but we all know you can't share sleep. It's private. Just like a newsreader, we like to deal with current affairs. It's the only thing that keeps us going.
Love, the immortal enemy. It defaces all thoughts, destroys all conscience. It's a marketing tool. It's a political tool. You keep telling me I experienced the darker side of love but what if it was real? Reality is dark? Reality is something that should be avoided? Light over dark? What are your feelings? Does it take your god to make you believe that what you have is love and what is not what should be?
Love, the immortal enemy. Because we all know we love oppression, we thrive on it. We want our freedom but we won't get it because by the time we "get" it, we have something else to oppress and repress us back towards where we came from. We feed the myth because we love the romantic thoughts that flood our brains when they are away. If they were here all the time, we'd get so sick of them we'd want out. Love is living for the lonely souls who are easily deceived.
Love, the immortal enemy. No amount of philosophy, light or dark, can shake the feeling away. Adam and Eve, babies and their candy......we cannot stay away for long and are made to look like fools if we are not. Rumours spread like a forest fire and Chinese Whispers distort everything out of the blue. What chance is there to live peacefully? Again, we perpetuate the myth. We are the legends of mythmakers and the mythmakers of legends. So easily entwined.
Love the immortal enemy. I love you does not mean it's true. I'm looking for honesty does not mean I want it. The casual hypocrisy we steal from others is nothing short of magnificent. A tower of ugly beauty. A monument of our own stupidity. " You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!" We are the victims of our own hypocrisy. It's funny how we're so naive we refuse to see through this. Or don't want to see through it.
Love, the immortal enemy. This is the end. You cried your tears. You gave away your fears to take on new ones. You let yourself be used. You, in turn, used others to trade off on this feeling of loneliness. You think it's not like that. You think these words are dark. You trade yourself that you're just a prostitute. The only exceptions is that you're a bank manager in the way you set out terms and conditions that will always apply. It's all the same.
Love, the immortal enemy. It's null and void. But in that space life goes on. And it's a space you want to fill. Someone to call your own. Someone to come home to. Someone to share your sleep but we all know you can't share sleep. It's private. Just like a newsreader, we like to deal with current affairs. It's the only thing that keeps us going.
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