PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN!

Love Mock Me Not!

Here again I find myself alone, lonely, loveless.

I have been inflected with the disease. This terrible illness, the symptoms are fits of depression, rage, hopelessness.

Followed by weeks of confusion, and abandonment.

Prognosis Not good, there's no cure for it, I can't even get a doctor to

Proscribe a good pain killer, I keep self medicating but I have only ended up addicted to porn.

I read in a medical journal that some people with the same disease found good results with new treatments

a few doctors are proscribing a cocktail of happiness, new love, sexual encounters with someone other then yourself.

I have to go to one of these doctors, but my HMO doesn’t cover them because they are out of network...

Damn

Love stop mocking me!

Tears for the hunted

I  run as fast as I can. I run through the night, through the day.

I hear them hot on my tail, they dip there arrows with lies and deceit.

They lay claim to me, desiring my flesh, my heart as there meat. X marks the spot

X crosses my heart. Once I suckled them with love's bosom,

Now they chase me through out my days. My flesh is not rich enough to stain them,

I protest, but they care not for my cries as there selfish desires burn,

what I once gave freely is now what they yearn.

I cry out love's pain as their arrows pierce my flesh, I've lost my fight, the hunt a success

and I am branded beast at every table, I would have feed them all my love when I was able