Bipolar

Pt. 1
Cold as winter, Dark as night
Taste of bitter, while flashes are on the sight.
The screams of agony, we see no future
Can anybody see?
This is a plague without a cure.

Pt.2
Confusing yet amusing, Complicated but simple enough
The strong will be a weakling then the weak is hard and tough.
Days ornamented with joy, love will play the role
Like spaceships ready to deploy, right through the ozone hole.


Love.
What is love?
Verb?
Noun?
Adjective?

Love was invented, not naturally made.
imagine if love comes naturally.
Overpopulation,
Murders,
Suicides,
More mental asylum,
so on.

Are you the one who invented love?

No.

Everybody invent love.

At least their own love.