Over countless cities, over continents and countries, seas and skies, internal storms stir. Battles between hearts and minds wage on and blood and tears are shed. 3 words, 8 letters can win hearts and destroy lives. Mistakes are made and worlds fall apart. Your dreams come crashing around you, tumbling, and crumbling until there is nothing left. The fire of desire no longer burns with gentle warmth but burns with eternal fury. Madness grips your mind, confusing you and erasing all thoughts of happiness. Light leaves life until there is nothing but darkness. Heat no longer exists and all is cold.
The walls of oblivion reach up high into the blackened sky and surround you confining you to an everlasting hell.
Food has no taste and words hold no meaning. Life becomes pointless and every breath pulls the blade of depression deeper into your core. Souls that once were bright embodiments become cold, empty black shadows of nothingness.
Some turn to material escapes. They drown them selves in the devils drink: alcohol. Some gamble to throw their possessions away like their lives, and some wallow in the pity that has become their existence. Grief grasps you by the throat, feeding on every cry, every strangled moan, every plea and prayer, and depression drowns you in hopeless dreams, unheard and unanswered wishes. A thousand knives of regret stab and slice at your skin and your blood runs cold. Cold as your blackened, bruised and broken heart.
Oh how the storm surges. Wrecking homes, stealing lives. Mistakes made and words left unsaid feed this monstrosities undying hunger. Yet it is not enough. It thirsts for more. Thousands of tears shed can not quench its eternal thirst. It is never enough. It revels in destruction. It feeds on your pain. And what is the name given to this damned disease? Well my friends it is simple: Love.
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