What is it when love is not enough to give?
Bond of blood
Bond of brotherhood
Bonds are broken
Bonds are lost.
Like shrinking chains
A short leash
A quick change.
Unraveled and undone
A sirens call
Where chains don’t last.
Stay away I tell myself, but I miss the feel.
I love, I crave.
The sickening addiction I can’t escape.
Helpless, and a slave.
Through my veins, into my soul.
Clear my mind, and take me whole.
Melt my pain with numbing flow.
Every hit I feel freed, and chained down as I bleed.
I hate what this does.
But for more, I beg, I plead.
Intoxication consuming me.
There, and back, and back, and back again.
Repetition is comforting, the habit consoling.
But poisons break me down.
I’m shaking in, all the way to the bone.
Withdrawal leaves wanting, and wanting again.
For the next, I need, I desire.
Intoxication burns like fire.
Filled with lust, disgusting hunger.
Stealing, taking, the things not mine.
Thrown away to quell my want.
Intoxication, I’m suffering.
Unturned, unshaken and unmoved.
Through all things, my will has proved, an undying devotion.
Rooted in, and planted down.
No matter how many smiles and frowns, my soul does not move around.
Beyond the rage, beyond the sorrows, and threats of hate.
Through all those things, my will has proved my fate, an infinite devotion.
No ails, no afflictions too great,
These knees do not bend, and with it a loyalty that does not end.
Regardless of storms, and the earthquakes that try to shake me. Through it all, one thing will forever and always be, my devotion is both abundant and free.
I am The Devoted, the purest expression of unity.
—To my greatest friend.
Embrace the sun, for nothing is everlasting.
In time, all light fades.
No soul, no man, no thing is beyond its passing.
Look to the stars, and know that their light is dead.
Distant, cold and lifeless husks whose legacy is far from the truth. The lie, the hands that are red, stained with the illusions.
Encumbered by the dishonest, and false portrayals.
Into the dusk, all things tread.
The candle, like passion burns brightly in the night air, but burns away at a moment’s notice as if never even there.
Coming into fruition are all the things that were never meant to be.
The simple anomalies, the blatant denials and rejections, an imposed reality.
Culminating ruination speaks as loudly as it speaks clear.
Utterances of the things none wish to fall upon their ears, but the course is set.
Stay the course, and do not forget.
The feelings of the leaving moments, the fleeting nature of all things, and the inevitable finality.