Not even love

Can it truly be love
if it hurts and makes you hurt
taking your thirst for life
eradicating the future in front of us
snuffing out the final light in the tunnel
Can you call it by a name
that is reserved for beauty and purity
or is it just irony
self-coiling sarcasm?

Is it even love
if there's no use for it
in everyday life
if it only consumes and claims
if you only want to run away from it
Is it anything but hate
if you can't stand it
without buckling under pain
without slipping into depths of despair

Isn't in blasphemy
to call such a feeling that way
Love, what on earth is it
I haven't a clue, but I can feel
it's not here, not now

But what is this then,
when you don't want to see the other one go
when longing is the purgatory of your soul
Could it be love in it's purest
when you have to fight for it
when you can't imagine living without that feeling
when it became the only reason to exist
Isn't pain a part of love,
so you could truly appreciate it
if it ever evens out

What could you call it then
if love is damned as the wrong one
when pain has no more limits
and you're not even looking for them
when the heart can no more
but doesn't want to give up either

Thanx, Sith Fisto. Again.