the mask of “love”
love has sealed itself in eternal abyss,
like a lonely soul wanders without a body,
forever lost in the limbo of darkness,
not to find a home as a shelter of life.
it has withered like leaves in autumn,
the will to love crumbled to fine dust,
its particles turned one with nothingness,
molds into the space of invisibility…
like a heartless master of a katana,
to slice through life into capsules of death,
like a love given to with commitment and honor,
to be stained only with bleeding confusion,
questions of reflection will be asked,
the mind boils with rage, regrets, ignorance in mixture,
and just ending up serving with answers of "why?",
betrayed by an innocent mask of a so called "love"…
