passion


the source of our finest moments
the joy of love
the clarity of hathred
and the estacy of grief

it hurts sometimes
more than we can bear
if we could live without passion
maybe we would know some
kind of peace

but we would be hollow.

empty rooms, shuttered and dark
without passion
we would be truly dead

drusilla

does it ever get easy?
you mean life?
yeah, does it get easy?
what do you want me to say?
lie to me.
yes, it's terribly simple
the good guys are always stalwart and true
the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats.
and we always defeat them and save the day
no one ever dies and everybody lives happily ever after
liar.

-Lie To Me