As the white doves fly to freedom
My soul is captured with you
To die of coldness and violence
Why do I let it happen to me?
I hate you for loving me; I hate you for obsessing me
Controlling my thoughts by your words
Wish I was dead, wish I could not feel, wish I was cold
People screw with my head
NO more blood – No more violence
NO more awake beside my enemy
My beloved enemy who scares me
The love dies in her, she is empty, she is cold
Again lost in her own world
In her own fucking world







Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciated Damian.
This is a powerful, deeply moving piece, my friend! Too many people confuse the claim to possess somebody with love. Love blooms only in freedom and mutual respect! Especially the sentence ‘I hate you for loving mé’ cuts like a knife.
Hello Elke. Thanks for the read and wonderful comment.