Emptiness by E.L.

I lost it, the vision for romance, the ease of the suave appeal, the desire for words that pierce the hormonal levels of emotion. The personification of sex, lust, and temptation. I've grown numb, board with the delights, of all that is beautiful, soft and lovable. Its rich delicate taste, now bland within my mouth, woe to my heart, cursed is my nose, from the breath of the fowl, perfume of a rose allergic to its peddles. Repulsed by its awe, like chocolate candy covered strawberries, rotting within its jewelled and ribboned, gold and red colored box. Choking, from the nauseating scented candle smoke, oh where did the passion go. Its all gone, the rainbow of fantasy has been kidnapped, taken with my good name, feloniously beaten, then hidden behind words, of fabrications and indecency. Blotted out the book of life, with invisible ink, erased from all memories, as if it never happen and only left despair. The lies hurt enough... so who needs truth.