“You are the love I could never escape not that I would ever want to.”

Do your worst, reach deep inside of me now, tell me how do I feel?

Take a bow, lover you played the part so well you almost had me believing.

Follow the dream until the end you’ll find me waiting there.

You haven’t broken me, You’ve only cracked open my out shell and I thank you for releasing the warrior from within.

He breathed life into me and then left me suffocating.

She has a beautiful way of turning pain into love for others.

No matter what I try there is nothing that I can do to keep the look of love from not looking like you.

When I look to my heart for answers your face is all I can see.

Kiss me with those lips burn forever into my skin envelop me within your love until I am whole again.

One of the greatest mistakes was believing that I could love the devil out of you.

She held all of the power in her hands, and yet she handed it all over to you- and you destroyed her.

I look to the face of many I stare into the eyes of a few, and as much as I try replicating you there is simply no replacing you.

She is an all encompassing enigma of beauty and madness don’t attempt to tie her down.

I never knew someone could be both the peace as well as the war within me.

I’ll allow for this pain to bleed from my pen onto the paper to relieve the pressure from my tortured mind.

We’d come such a long way to find we’d made all the wrong turns.

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.

Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

If you think you’re free, there’s no escape possible.

All spiritual practices are illusions created by illusionists to escape illusion.

Courage cannot be counterfeited. It is one virtue that escapes hypocrisy.