The hurt is opening its big mouth
to swallow us
And we go in willingly,
Without a fight.
Although we fight each other.
And the abyss we build in the process
Is getting deeper and wider
For I don't know when to stop.
And you don't know where to begin.
We are stuck in this crucible
And fire gets used to light up
more and more shadows
forgotten deep down in our
Embodied Soul.
We are a whirlpool of feelings.
And we are spinning around
with them
Until we get dizzy and our
head gets fuzzy,
Our stomach churns,
throat constricted with lies.
Lies we tell each other,
They come out unwillingly and yet they are
deliberate, with a life of their own,
Separate from our real sentiments
Clouded by dark textures
And covered in gold.
And I am feeling more and more
like a Fiery whirlpool,
Consumed in the tragic actuality of love.
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