Before I go to sleep

My dark clouds.

Are.

Haunting me down.

Like the silence.

Of my love.

Like the often.

Imaginary words of love.


Is love just a illusion?


Where is my way out from this maze?


How can´t I figure out my own way?

In to my own peaceful freeway?

Into my highway of dreams?

How to escape?

From this constant puzzle?


And my wonder is:

How.

can

love

kill

You.

So?


Why is.

Love so.

Instant.

And.

Lethal?