Baskadia

Many refer to it as a therapy, i call love a weakness

It makes us vulnerable unable to help ourselves

Once it holds you prisoner, you can barely free yourself.

Love's selfish, it makes us sacrifice everything all in the name of saving it,

Wrong decisions emerge to protect those we care about minding less about what may result from them,

It's a virus we are all victims of, we can't escape from it avoid or prevent it, In one way or another its got us

And when love's no more, nothing but only regrets of everything we did for it's sake

It's then we realize that we were only pawns in it's own game.

It's a curse a much intense one, the kind we can't get rid of. It's more like an inside mole on a mission to compromise us hack us and take control of us

That's the ghost side of love