Ceilings

There's a hell paved of wants and desires, and a sea of misery waiting to conspire. Waves of men with no direction in a constant limbo of endless repetition. Ships built to be sent out to sea, but meant to sit and rot. Love just doesn't exist when its all just a matter of who's better convinced. Nothings left waiting for us. The greatest war we have to face, is when love and lust share the same face. Happening all in a matter of time, when we're clinched to whatever gets us by. "There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of a clock. people so tired. mutilated either by love or no love." Love is dead. We watched it kill itself as it hung from our living room ceiling fan. Love is dead and its never coming back.