That thing they call love...

 
Raging winter fire, frozen flames dancing.
Confused clairvoyant thought, infuriated peaceful state.
Painful numbness, restless comfort.
Horrifyingly comedic, fulfilling emptiness.
Real illusions, invisible opaqueness.
Saddest happiness, ugliest beauty.

Behind the veil of serenity lies disarray and chaos, drowning in the vortex sinking deeper down, as the sweet taint consumes your mind until you are an empty husk just pretending - automated responses & actions.

     ...just for one more turn on the rack.