When Love ends...

Love is an accident

I agree that love is an accident. But I don't mean that love is somehow random or accidental and that sort of things, I mean a real accident, with cars destroyed, bodies torn into pieces, blood everywhere, police, firemen, ambulances, and a lot of curious people... And the dead body of a stupid guy who forgot to fasten his seat belt.

Rude

Every time I start compiling my thoughts, the result is always a sad landscape where I can see all my demons revolving around. They all look like gargoyles, they are all well trained to perform some kind of function... when I am in troubles, they are the ones who speak instead of me. This one is Badoom, the angel of lies. That one is Kahfal, baron of apathy. Over there you can see Mahma-Kahmoo, the prince of pain. They are here to protect me from other people's demons, and they are merciless... I am approaching one of them... There he is, Yayamakh, the sublime egotistic spirit. He is talking to a girl in a wedding dress that looks somehow familiar to me. Listen what he is saying: "When we married, I promised you half of my life. But I never said which half. And it turned out to be the dead half, the rotten half, the infected half, the trashy-stinky-nauseous-pollutant half... So what? What did you want instead?...". The girl starts crying, but my demons are so insensitive...