Love is Death
I am a creature hidden by light
Till darkness falls to purest night
I find my victim coiled in bed
Knowing that she is nearly dead.
She feels me come upon her now
My empty shadow, a deadly vow
There is no hope, no second chance
No time left for sorrow's dance.
She fights no more, she's met her fate
She senses death, it's far too late
The rusty hinges ease shut the gate
For sweet nothingness, no longer wait.
Her mind was erased of his every trace
Then flooded with images of his haunting face
Her sweet freedom was tauntingly brief
Then at long last, death ended her grief.
That love could cause such profound pain
And leave her heart with its black stain
Or be as sweet as sugar's cane
Drove her fragile soul insane.
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