Song

It destroyed us without intentions.
It poisons symbols with the power
Of a type of love no one mentions.

For its calmness we shed pretensions.
With its anger we cry and cower.
It destroyed us without intentions.

It abstracts the void with dimensions
That embrace whatever we devour
With a type of love no one mentions.

It heaps passions upon conventions
And burns forever into an hour.
It destroyed us without intentions.

It remakes us through out intentions.
Our fear lends its smell to the flower
Of a type of love no one mentions.

We hang our voices in its tower
With a type of love no one mentions.
It destroyed us without intentions.