And through a billion raging flames, I'll devote my burning love to you; for fire can not be fought with fire & true love is a mad man's only desire.
But what is mad?
And what are we?
What am I?
And what are thee?
What is love?
Is it more than it seems?
If craving love is madness, then let it be all but sadness.
What is it?
If all I knew of it was you.
December 2019
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoesíaThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
