What is life without love?

One can be free,

and also imprisoned.

One can be wild, good, and evil,

and also bewildered.

One can think like a giant,

and look wise.

But one cannot deny the trembles,

when he sees hearts collide.

What is all the turmoil, struggle, and loneliness,

what is all the war, peace, and cease-fire,

and what is the flickering of a lifetime,

when one has to live on without love?

I can take more,

willing to give more,

willing to take less,

willing to sacrifice.

For I have come to realize

the once forsaken love

is the only thing

worth living for.

I shall be shredded

in the blades of words.

I shall be scorched

in the torching beams of watch.

I shall be drained

in the vastness of a desert.

I shall be smothered

in the depth of the cosmic smog.

And don’t forget to have my voice stripped,

my figure distorted and erased.

For why would I even give a care,

if a life without love

eventually takes all.