It is I
I who’s unable to feel anything
I knew love once
It was magical
It was pure
It was sacred
I never knew I was being tossed in a vacuum of foolishness
I never saw the knife being sharpened behind my back by one who i called friend
What is love? They asked.
Love is a void of emptiness
It sucks you like a child suckles its mother’s breast
The feeling is like swallowing a box of needles
If falling In love is salvation
Then I’ll rather perish with the worms in hell.