Love is a Gentle Suicide of the Soul

Love is a gentle suicide of the soul
Mending and breaking
Eating away over time

Losses piling up
All of it weighing heavily on you
Trying to find the right one
Only making it worse

Chains binding you tighter
With the teasing lust of another
Struggling to get free

You aren't able to piece your soul
Back together
Holding the shattered pieces in your hands

Thinking of giving up love
So you won't suffer anymore
Hoping all will be right

Pain of Loss

Enduring the pain of loss
Putting yourself in to a self-induced sorrow
Wanting to rid of it all
But ending up with nothing

You worry and stress over the little things
You're close to losing your head
Thinking of death and what to do
Cradling your head in your hands

Noone is left to love you
You search your days of time past
The ones that once did love you have left
The world has taken away forever

Fighting the urge to kill
To beat and to injure
You think you've found another soul
Trying to communicate with them

They shun and betray you
You fight back, strking them down
Their body lifeless in front of you
Blood draining
Being soaked into the ground

Your feelings darkened, none left
Corrupted until your not the same