Satsujin-Ken

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! Why?!? Why am I still alive? How am I not dead? Is this your idea of a joke? Do you think this is funny? Do you enjoy torturing me? Will it ever end? No? It won't? Why not? It's because you enjoy watching my heart bleed, isn't it? or is it the sound of my soul being torn into hair thin pieces? Do you know what you have done to me? Will you let it end so that I may move on? Will you ever bestow mercy upon my soul? You say you love me... but is it true? If not, will it ever be? No? Yes? Please... tell me the answer...

Most state that Fear and Love are the most extreme ends of the emotional spectrum, but, if that is true, then... figuratively, there is no spectrum at all. Reason being, is that love IS fear, and fear IS love. Love has caused many of us to fear many things in that relationship.. i.e. a break-up or a fight. You don't want love to end, so you fear that it might, but... in fearing the end, you come to cherish what you have. Love cause fear, and fear causes love, as in this, if you fear the public, or large crowds, you love being alone. You love your lonelyness, the emptiness of your own personal space. If you fear death, you come to love being a

Thank you for freeing me. You have set my soul free. You allowed me, to openly express myself, and not leave my emotions on the top shelf. I loved you truly, and still do. Even if you didn't say, "I love you." I know you did a little, right? That's why I followed you, because we were tight. I protected you when others talked bad. and you calmed me when I was mad, but then... You rose it up again... You told me you had only 'claimed me.' That you only 'liked me.' My love for you was meant to stay, but you didn't love me the same way. I wish we were still together, I really do. Don't you, at least a little bit, too? I thank yo

What is this I feel? Is it love? Unsealed? But... this is a new one... It has never been done... It feels so fresh.. so new... As fresh as the morning's dew.. I cannot place it. It can't be love.. Cause I have felt it before, from above... I know it though, some how... Yes.. I'm sure I know it now. It's desire. Unbridaled, yet unlustful, desire. It tends to, unleashing my soul's dead fire. But... what has caused this feeling? Is it just that I long for another being? It has to be.. what else is there? But... for me... it's the only thing here. Do you cause it? The love I have for you? or is it the love that you share for me,