Alexius

Is it easier to know

That the wrath in the eye of an angry lover

Has been forged in that

Which will forever be stronger than malice 

That the smile on her face, 

so very gentle

Will just as easily cut

And you are never safe. Betrayal is an art. 

The screaming, sanguine art of murder

Will eternally walk hand in hand with passion 

And those who deal in both wear black

Far more often than white.