alene-machine

I would say I had a broken heart, if I had a heart to break, but the one I had has been ripped apart, and has long since ceased to ache.   There's no feeling left inside me, I'm just a fount of acrid gall—a foul and loathsome darkness locked away behind a wall That was built from scars and loneliness, with jadedness and fear, so that I could hide behind it, so that I could disappear. The wall, it hides my soul away, and keeps it safe inside; it's there to keep the pain at bay, that which I cannot abide. This pain, it comes from having had, and then soon after lost; and it bites and gnaws and gnashes like a cold and bitter f

I heave a sigh, and so it goes, And no one knows, and no one knows... The tangled webs that we do weave Are but trifles we can not percieve. The fate of man lies not within our sight, In the darkest recesses of the most frigid night. And who's to decide how things will be, When the future is something we cannot see?

Love is confusing and foolish; it’s reckless and blind. It’s the single most powerful thing you could find Not one thing exists on this earth, or above, That can outweigh that force we know only as “love”. There are countless forms that this “love” thing can take, And about as many ways for one’s heart to break. There’s love for a friend; there’s love for your wife, There’s love for your family, or love, simply, for life. There’s love for a concept, your country, your car,   Love is one of the things that define who we are. It leaves some people with only the question of “w