Maybe

I'm walking blindly through the dark of night.
There is no one to tell me which way is up or down.
I feel as if I'm being trampled over.
By what I am not sure.
Maybe Life... Maybe Love... or Maybe it is just... Myself.
I Love, but only from a distance.
I Live, but only for a brief while.
I am Myself, but only when I am not scared.

Pulses

To be with one, and yet love another... why may love be so cruel.

To take your heart and bend it ever so slightly,
but just enough to kill the very soul that lives within
your needy but independent body.
The fact of the matter is that love is a wretched parasite
that lingers and lingers until you have no more strength
to fight off its pulses of infatuation and lust.

There is no way to escape.

Dream World

I've been living in my own little dream world 
The world that he created
The world I wanted created

The dream that consisted of love, passion, lust and
Infatuation
The world I thought that was of honesty
Was only of lie...
Lies and Betrayal

Betrayal of the worst kind
The kind where he ripped my heart out of my chest
And held it in the palm of his hand
Laughing

Laughing because he knew that he had it and in a way
Still does and always will.