Empire Of The Senseless

Water is life. Love is food. We only feed each other if we are paid to. Money is eating love alive. Money is food is love is going away. Fear is something that you drink without thinking. Shame is eatable. There is poison in everything digestible these days. Think. You took no part in the creation of it. So you must pay. The sacrifice is insignificant, barely noticeable: you. Love is green. We are eating each other’s life force in hopes of feeling anything at all. Love has gone from this place. Dare you blame her? The desire to feed dissipated. They rip apart the remains, the only flesh I’ve ever loved: you. It looked like love, but it wasn’t you. Love doesn’t speak of itself, that’s a waste of the few breaths we have left to take. Love doesn’t care less that you have food to eat. Love creates. Love feeds. He asked for a truce, but what I meant to say was fuck you. I don’t want to play nice. I hate you! Don’t scream baby, you’ll wake the sleepy children. That pitiful boy has been up for three days. He needs t