sometimes,...

Some times you just want to end up being the loser

Some times you just want to be hurting

Some times you want to feel like a fool

Some times you want your dreams to crash and burn

Some times you want to be wrong

Some times you want reason to fly out of the window

Some times you want to be misty eyed

Some times you want to tear out your heart and wail in pain

Some times you want your heart to race , your vision to blur

Sometimes you want to be consumed

Some times you want bleed through your eyes

Some times you want to be laughed at and ridiculed

All other times you're pretending...

The acrid smell of love!

There's something floating in the air around me

There is something that renders me sick

It makes me revulse , it makes me feel fear

It's the acrid smell of love.

Its a smoky haze of visions of what can be,

Its the scent of another being in my thoughts

Its the dreams that paralyze me, coupled with the

acrid smell of love.

My thoughts, like beasts are trampling reality

My desires like a hound, chasing my sanity

My illusions of chastity shattered like glass

I can hear the whiff around me,of the

acrid smell of love.

I've seen lesser mortals falter

I've looked at them and felt disgust

I've marveled at my strength, I been proud of my invulnerability

now..I'm weak,confused and consumed by the

acrid smell of love!