Love?

Don't open your eyes to the blinding tip of that sunrise;

Your pupils are still far too dilated and still so drunken by the darkness that is the night

Don't take a whiff of that morning breeze; 

Your sinuses will surely get clogged by the lies pollinating amidst the morning fog

The pretences of your so-called destiny serve only as an agent of blindness through which the ancient scribes of your true being have been twisted and forged into a sad stew of highs unreachable, lows and unthinkable and pains unspeakable. All you can do now is raise your glass and rush to wash it all down with a taste of the hollow hate that remains in it's place.

It is a beautiful day nonetheless; take your seat at the table where the wildest of dreams and endlessness of possibilities have all come through to eat 

But this is what I have to say to you:

Don't fall in love, child of the night 

Love won't set you free

Lover of stars that illuminate even the deepest, most eternal pits of your own being,

Don't fall in love 

Love won't set you free

You already are all you need and all you'll ever need to be, so this is a warning I'm begging you to heed:

Don't fall in love;

Love won't set you free!