I once held hell in my heart
In the same place I reserved for love
It singed what remained of my compassion
Silently
Violently
Losing myself in the eyes of a dove
My soul imprisoned
In a soulless prism
Burning to be loved at the core cupid is no arson
So although I survived
The parts I never got back
Are simply artifacts
To a man of great esteem
No gesture is small
To think I once bowed
And vowed one ring rule them all
I tried to burn these images
But mental pictures survived the fire
So.. I periodically dropflowers upon the grave of the he
I use to be before hellfire
Smote my desire
Before my interpretation of love
corrupted
Interrupted
I find no blame for the flames
Nor shame
Life's flavor is often salted by tear streams
Merrily Merrily...
Life is but a dream.