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Why do we torment ourselves with this endless mating ritual we glorify as love
Roaming through the endless nightclub hollow dance always searching
For what
A mate
A fuck
A partner
a thrill
or someone who can look into my soul
and know the broken dreams of my cynical world wearied romantics spirit

So I ride the emotional storm that love brings
For that sole electric white hot moment
Sparks between fingertips
Passion flashing in bottomless green soul windows
That split second thrill when everything stops and I know that you are the one

Amid the hagard painted harpies
the prowling promiscuous war painted demon lovers
I found the missing jewel that disappeared from my heart
In a sea full of empty shells I found a pearl