love
this word of devotion and vulnerability
is worn out by pop singers and dead poets
as the biggest thing that can happen
but actually, it's tedious and demanding
it takes over the mind
and acts as the hell it is

love
is the embodiment of Satan, and he steals your energy
and where the glimmer of joy and sunshine
spikes up the dead poets poetry
I find myself alone and deceived

love
what is love worth if love stands alone?
what can I do to erase my feelings?
walls of black leaning over me
and the ground is not covered by forgetmenots
no purple soil
at all

love
the gasoline on the fire, I've heard
but again; what is fuel without fire?
sparks occur alone, sometimes
and it does not light up the world
as the great love evidently ought to do

love
should be left in the wilderness
if it exists
and I can devote myself to self-pity
and Google searches
cigarettes and music
and a constant search for a reason
why I lose again and again