true hatred is what you truly feel from inside for someone.. It does not require you to pretend or convince yourself to believe something which you don't.. Fake love, on the other hand is hard to pretend.. You have to convince yourself to be fake even if you don’t want to...fake love, in the end is always painful because it's simply not true
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Sent from the third to the first
To become the physical representation of “its” love and patience
Seeking to become a copy of glory to make it easier for us to believe
In what we really are”
CHAPTER ONE .
The Marionette’s manipulator like stars in a storm
Is unseen and hidden from the eyes..
He makes a mockery of my rigid body,
Spins me like an acrobat.
I follow his lead grudgingly unable to break loose from his grip.
The greatest liar that was ever created was?
You and Pinocchio,
The puppet and the puppeteer,
You and I.
Cause when I say am done been yours to play with
That's a lie
Like Pinocchio saying, ignore my nose
And trust me with your gold.
You devised a game of deceit
Playing me like guitar strings
Every move with an intent
Like a motif.
But I come again
Starring in your game like an actor.
In my dream I was happy, and she was there with me showering me with unrecognizable love, it was unrecognizable because it wasn't what I had grown with time to be used to, So much so I knew I was dreaming. But that annoying junk rang continuously as though it was calling my name in a bid to rescue me from something and immediately she turned into an evil villain tearing my once shut eyes open in disdain. She was Nyx ( Greek god) The primordial goddess of night, daughter of Chaos. she was my wife. I slowly opened my eyes with a headache trying to recall where I was as everywhere seemed alien to me, my eyes exploring I noticed an old TV set hangs from the ceiling. A window giving me a view of the world below was just beneath the screen. In the corner are three chairs, frayed with wear and tear,The air had a perfumed scent,one unusual for a private home so it made me uncomfortable. It was a typical hospital room, sparse and functional. I was in a hospital but the question was why.
Doctors and nurses surrounded my hospital bed, attaching IV's, heart monitors and oxygen tanks . I could feel my heart pounding out a double beat. I have felt that before, It felt like falling in love, only I wasn't. shouting "get me out of here", " what am I doing here", where am I? as I struggled I was stabbed with a needle and I was back to my slumber of paradise.. .
Una noche de Diciembre, altas horas nocturnas, sin rozar el tacto de la medianoche, estaba yo, perdido en nieblas de placer y locura, sin autoridad y sin ley, oscuridad que se transformaba en cadenas de peso, donde cada sombra de mi pasado era un kilo mas que arrastrar