All for the sake of Love

Can a man live off with ego or choose to carry the cold Icy heart of a woman as a source of warmth. So many people around make this particular decision, as they always decide to get pierced with the icicles of a woman's cold heart rather than even thinking about dying alone. That tells you about the fear of loneliness, being left alone all in the world without flesh around you.

Most men decide to ‘kill’ themselves just to be close to flesh, a flesh made of bones and cold blood. It doesn't matter if the pride of a man burns on the pyre, every single day in front of them, inside his own house, close to the naked feet of the women they love. The man here accepts all the nails in his body, for himself, a selfish pleasure.

Things do turn into Humoristic for outsiders, as they are looking at the couple who belong to each other not by the thread of love but by the fear.

Here the men are willingly letting themselves be set on fire, all to amuse their love. A love that doesn't exist and never did, never will, a love that will soon disappear in the hands of another.

But man here does want the happiness to last for a few seconds, even though it will lead to disaster beyond his comprehension.

Delusion becomes the word of the life for these men as they delude themselves to believe that they will do more, provide more, but in reality, we are all limited. Man is limited, it is by design that all men will always provide less, but with enough ignorance, our mind can make us believe in lies to cover our heart with false sheets of comfort.

But

On the other side, a women's let's herself in, she shows everything she has to her man. 

For along time, She hid everything within her, waiting for the one to show all of it. She had everything a woman desires, a body of a perfectly sculpted figure, a face that can bring serenity into any fiery heart. 

After a long time, she picked a person who will see the real her. Eventually, she lets herself open what was beyond the imagination of any man. It was hard for men to see her more than her beauty. But she was more than her face and body. Up until that point, he only thought of her as an object of divine figure.

But she knew a lot, she had seen a lot, she was also rotting like Everyone else. Soon he started seeing her as a weight that is holding him back. The beauty he once admired, turned into a despicable part of her body. The noise she made once brought him eternal pleasure but now became a reminder of her. 

As she was no longer a figure to obtain, but a reminder of the lies of the world.

The bright future he had thought of, with her changed into the sound of an old cranky door with ear piercing noises. Her voice became the sound of annoyance that can only be lifted, when removed. 

In the end...

All I see is an endless cycle of the same pages being flipped over and over and over again. With no beginning or end to the cycle, a new hand touches the new pages, and the same process goes on, forever.

Is that what we are, a new flesh with the same desires and sins of our forefather letting ourselves get hunted by the same ghost. Maybe that's what we all are, as we sacrifice our lives for a few moments of pleasure with another human being.