Turmoil
Oblivion
Seeping the walls
People but strangers passing
Once friends, now I cannot stand
their company.
Empty and isolated among companions
For love is a curse
And I scorn the day I ever felt its cruel caress
It steals life
Taking from me any contentment
I had obtained
Had fought to obtain
I was happy
Now food is joyless
Simple pleasures, pointless
And everything else stings.
I refuse to be caught by its tantalizing touch
It's unreliquishing urges
Hollow hurts
It doesn't suit me.
I prefer to never feel its burn
then have one moment of its temporary shallow ecstasy.
If it exists,
It can find me
As I will not make any move towards it
again.
Locking myself away and waiting
Rather than ruin my essence
Tainting my joy
and leaving me blind.
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