Terminal Love

Is'nt it always... from the terminal velocity of light to the Retina comes a love that must surely die. however hard you hold on to it, it drains from your hands and time itself, it is ripped from the warm womb of Comfort and thrown in a Bucket of human waste to Expire

Shallow Love is for Mortals but terminal love is for Martyrs... we are all sacrificed on the Chopping block of our own making, the Achilles Heel of every Hero is the weakness to expose your most vulnerable part in outrageous emotion and sentimentality, but who can deny the essence of their life and happiness... 

at the Core of a Soul is a grain of Love: harder than granite older than the Stars and ALL YOURS to destroy by unintended Destinys, life-changing mistakes that make Chapters of decline to follow... the Trajectory of a Loser is always tending downwards, so sorry for you

without a Broken Heart, 
You are a Nobody who ever lived a full life: yet those same people can always have one when they 'Give themselves away' to a false Love that snaps closed like a bear snare (or Snapping turtles) then cuts your Hope into dripping Blood on Virgin Snow... 

the Agony of Loss Passes, Though you be Scarred forever, the very height of Happiness has a Negative sinewave to Match any Zenith up above, to the depths of despair only known by the insane, full of blame, never accepting their wrong-doing, running like a scared Rabbit from the truth they deny... until 'Redemption' lol as if?

There is no Redemption Fools, you just make another Mortgage with the Devil that you can never repay... You cannot buy your Release from that specific internal Hell, there are no ''Forgivances'' Only the Coldest Blood can cut you free from your Tether, which is Selbstmord (German for suicide) only Cowards converge at the sinkhole, in the Morge the soul's page-turner

we all deserve to go to Hell, as an ''equal opportunities'' experience for the Damned... Show me a soul that survives it, they are shams from a past of compromises that fall short of being worthy or genuine,

Some are DE-BUGGED out of existence, 
many never return

Shakespeare is already Distributed through the Cosmos for the wisdom of Sheer Tolerance and the wonderful Omnipresent revelation of a living adaptive intelligence, he though theoretically dead is more alive than YOU ARE, So is Jesus, You hardly Exist dont you? dont worry be humble; you never mattered much anyway, 98% of would be actors were born to fail:

Seeking fame requires living adaptive and Reflective intelligence, plus TALENT many think but few can do, what is actually self-hypnosis...