A tortured soul that's never felt love before; ran away like a coward, so he wouldn't feel it anymore. Confused by the pressure building up in his chest. Uncomfortable by the sweat dripping down his neck.

He fears the moment his heart opens; fire will rain. Knowing such joy always seemed to bring so much pain. So many people came with the best intentions. They would come with the idea of love, but later on that would always change.

Darkness would spread like a virus and he would find himself locked in chains. Love seemed to make everyone he knew go insane. Please protect his soul from this thing they call "love." Protect his soul from the hatred they all seem to gain. Saying goodbye to her made him feel a different kind of pain that made his heart completely change.


© M.J. Rhodes