| Lost in your eyes. Deep chasms of darkness, pools of opaque lost forever in the black holes that are your irises. Why? Why am I so drawn to you? Is it the fact that you could be a model of the gods; is it that your illusions of glamour play havoc upon my poor senses? Can I not go for an hour without glancing in your direction? Caught like a fly in your aura, totally unreadable to me, is that it? Is that why I find you so attractive? Is it the fact that you are a walking mystery that I so desire to behold? So many questions race through my mind like gerbils on endless wheels, never going anywhere productive, just running out of hope, running out of dreams. Till I’m spent, drained of my caring, just left with a desire so ravenous that even the coldest wind of autumn can not end its malicious path of fiery destruction. Love, no! Love cannot possibly be my disorder; I am enraged with lust masquerading as love, tricking my mind into believing its false intentions as it drills away at me. Making me weak, making me human. I hate it; no concoction I can take can merely kidnap these misplaced, ill begotten emotions. |
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