Is it the silence in the night , or the iciness of the wind on a horrid winter night ?
An uneven revelation of an ending not yet written.
Is it the burn of an untamed fire or the chemical burn of a broken heart
A ending not written ,an uneven revelation
Is it the breaking of glass in the darkness, or the carving of wood in the light, or is it the baking the bakers do at the end of the night
A written ending , not an uneven revelation
the silence in the night and the iciness of the wind , the burn of a untamed fire and the chemical burn of a broken heart , the breaking of glass in the darkness ,carving of wood in the light , and the baking of bakers at the end of the night …
all of them show what love is, .. not this sweet gentle song you hear from a bird ; but the harsh destructive song of the storm Love is the evil that destroys everything it touches its vile and iniquitous pulses enter our head … love is malignant, baleful, and vicious
L.O.V.E. is Cruel.