Thursday, July 21, 2011
Loved and lost
Within hell, do demons love?
Or is their only passion hate?
Are pain and passion, love and hate all one?
United in spirit, in song
I believed in love once, free from hate from fear
Now I'm not so sure
There is darkness in sunlight
The moonlight makes the night bright
Nothing I have thought I saw, felt, heard or thought was real is
The dawn is not the beginning
It is the endOf an uncertain destiny.