It will take it’s
relentless hold on
you without knowledge
or consent,
tempting forth
your deepest emotions
and reactions
to it’s subtle,
passive aggressive
activities and musings
that it dances
and sings of,
leaving trails of
ebony shaded,
scorched footsteps
across the barren
desolate surface
of a once brimming soul.
A hideous intent
lurks behind it’s
kind and welcoming eyes.
Love can turn
darker than the blackness
of a night not touched by the moon.
A word to the wise.
A hideous intent
lurks behind it's
kind and welcoming eyes.
Wow. If you really look deep into the eyes of life, love, people.. anything... it reveals itself. We don't want to look that deep, because then we risk seeing our own reflection.
Awesome writing Dillon -- and painful, but that is apparently what is begging for freedom right now, as is obvious in your work.
The first thing that comes to mind is temptation and it's strength to engulf us. I get a little bit of a sexual vibe or maybe temptation of a sexual variety in the guise of a supposedly meaningful relationship. One that is not mutualy benificial to both parties. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but thats my first impretion interpretation.
It's an interesting piece no matter what the actual subject matter. It has the potential for debate as far as the real meaning of the words. After all everyone has an opinion.
A hideous intent
lurks behind it's
kind and welcoming eyes.
Wow. If you really look deep into the eyes of life, love, people.. anything... it reveals itself. We don't want to look that deep, because then we risk seeing our own reflection.
Awesome writing Dillon -- and painful, but that is apparently what is begging for freedom right now, as is obvious in your work.
This is a very interesting piece for my first read of your work. I have a tendency to read into things, but that comes from spending so much time out in left field picking through blades of grass and chasing butterflies. It is an intriguing warning, this offering of a word to the wise, in regards to what so many find themselves coming into contact with - believing it to be love, when it is just the facade of love that is offered as mask to hide the truth which lurks below. This work offers a word that the wise would be wise to give thought to, before making that potential leap into what appears to be love. Well done.
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Lyrics from "Waiting for my Ruca" AKA "Romon.. more..