Love
The toxic poison of the universe.
A circus where animals don't play with fired loop.
A circus in which the humans, those living beings full of flesh and blood have a machine called heart right at the centre engulfed by the ribs.
Love is a weapon, a sharp keen one.
Every angel carries.
Those most close to heart are the ones to slice a chunk of flesh and measure on scales to see if your every affection and woe are true.
