Is love something that can never be given excess?
Is it a cask that cannot be filled to the brim no matter how much its filled?
For as it is filed it emanates a deafening echo,
Lashing out like a tyrant to its slave.
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Eros and Cupid, beasts with voracious appetites
Gnawing, gnashing, and devouring all that is offered and sacrificed
for the satisfaction of its divine malevolent facade
of perpetual thirst and hunger.
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And when all sacrifice and offerings have been despoiled,
Do you throw yourself upon its gaping jaws?
Will loves gluttony consume even the soul that sustains it?
And should the soul be content,that as it disintegrates within the beasts bowels,
the beast shall live and breathe for the moment.
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The ultimate sacrifice or unforgivable blasphemy?
What qualifies anyone to render judgement?
Are perceptions still identical, whe different eyes look at the same sight?
Beliefs, ideals, and delusions, roads that supposedly end in the same place
But no one ever gets there.
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In the end my jugdement qualifys and quantifies only to myself
For i have dug my grave in the middle of the road ive taken
i'll carve on my tombstone, that i've given up nothing less than
My soul for my conviction.
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But as i live and breath this very second,
Heaven help me, that i do not prove myself wrong..
The roots of my conviction run deep, but do not test me.
The last thing i want to do is deny myself the truth that i have created..
-Graydarksoul-
