Elyssian Fields...

Dear angel,

Here I am again, at your side, after we said goodbyes. Perhaps it is really not the way it's meant to be. I love you and you love me still. Let now be a testament of our destiny.

I would like to live a life with you in a land far more beautiful than the Elyssian fields. A land were there is no despair, but with so much hope. A land of beauty where the good are remembered, and the bad, forgotten. Let us make it so. Take my hand and we'll fly, clutching each other in a perfect symbiotic trance.

Would you promise not to say goodbye? Or would you lie?

I love you,

A devil

Dog On A Leash...

Dear angel,

My mind is on a rollercoaster ride as I write this letter. I don't know but my insides are about to be turned upside down as I think the day that you wanted to kick me out of your life. It's unfair, I say. How come I loved so much and I was not even loved a little in return? It hurts you know. The agony is comparable to being dumped into an ocean full of sharks that eat your body. And maybe your soul. Well, that's easier than feeling you breaking my heart easily.

But then again, who am I to expect that you feel the exact way that I feel for you? Who am I? I'm just a pauper for your love. A dog on a leash waiting for the next time that you shower a bit of love, albeit untrue, into my proverbial bowl.

I hate the way you treat me like this. But I love you. Why is that? The answer lies in the oblivion of time and space continuom. Is this how it's supposed to be? Will this be forever?

I'd rather burn out than fade away.

A devil in distress