One day, you will love like it is Apocalypse
And Love is the only bridge between Hell and Heaven
And the bridge is made of broomsticks
And the broomsticks are on fire
One day, you will love like a broken wine-glass
A memory of sweetness once contained
Now a result of shattered dreams
Yearning to be whole again
One day, you will love like a fifteen-minute-amnesiac
Cherishing every single special second
Knowing that your mind will break
Knowing that you will no longer know
One day, you will love like a knife in your back
Your pain – berserk colors of a demented painter
But pulling it out would kill you faster
So you keep on loving
One day, your heart will pause
So that in that split second your world is silent
So silent that their heartbeat is the only thing you hear
The only thing that matters
One day, you will fall in love
Into a volcano’s eye
Down to the Earth’s core
One day you will love like
It’s the only way to live
The X is anonymous. The X is defined as undefined.
The mind of The X is far more twisted and perverted than that of the Devil at the climax of an orgasm. . . Too graphic? This should be taken as a sincere warning.
However, there are times when the feeble soul triumphs over the ticking mind. The X is a manipulator of emotions.
PS: Don’t try to unmask The X. . . You wont succeed.