POETRY: One Day

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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One day, you will fall in love

Without parachutes

Into a volcano’s eye

Down to the Earth’s core

One day you will love like

                It’s the only way to live

X

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.