Pain:

A heavy bitter, thick taste

Inner voices screaming, driving out comforting silence

Warm, tantalizing odor of blood

Darkness reaching, grasping, stifling a despairing heart

A haunting shapeless Shadow

This is inner pain.

Fear:

The bile from your stomach expulsions

Smell the smoke of the demons returning

Feel their presence, dark oppression

It’s your deserted soul they’re stealing

Watch the Shadows deified

Their whispering voices is all you hear

You are seized by the worst of it’s kind:

A nameless, irrational, deadly fear…

Despair:

Watch as your burned castle slowly falls

Smell the blood from your self-inflicted wounds

Feel your world slowly squeezing you, crushing you

All you hear is the demon call

All you see is the light removed

For despair has finally conquered you.

Love:

Shadows that move, a tear-stained face, black roses;

Voices pleading, a shattering glass, crying,

The smell of one’s own blood

The heavy warm taste of pain

Oppressive darkness, a bursting heart, sharp knives: Love