Death looms over the horizon; it was love who set me a-blazon. Foolish was I to believe in a treacherous myth; living in this matrix I now run from Agent Smith. The Oracle had said I was to rely in LOVE’S eyes; trusting with my heart I now journey the path of ties. Once upon a time her voice was the whisper of a thrill; tonight I’m trapped in her web with the whisper of a chill. My bones are cracking under the grip of love; it seems in her alter I’ll die as thee sacrificed dove.
Her touch was gentle and pure at first; pain grew in time as she forced her nails unto my flesh. With this pain I shall forever be cursed; her fangs sting upon my neck as they tear and thresh.
Yesterday I was warmed with the whisper of a thrill.
Tonight I freeze with the whisper of a chill.
My body grows cold; will I ever be blessed with someone to hold? Many say I must be strong and bold; this ache only drives me toward a quitting fold. Dying I lie in wait as my heart continually lies to itself of my due fate. There is no changing destiny’s date; she is the ever reason for my outstanding hate. Love placed little on my plate; starving I willing became her wretched bait.
Will I always be sitting atop this alter of perdition? My soul has no strength left for a new expedition. All ambition has been laid to her acquisition; upon a silver platter to love I have given all permission. This cancer killing me will never see remission; abolition has always been love’s lustful mission. Yes, at her charge I lay my current condition; eternity will perpetually hear from me this admission. Ignoring her has been my omission; loving her in me is a natural born intuition. Though love kills without intermission, to her I am bound without a single premonition.
Today I felt a whisper of a thrill...
Dying this night I feel a whisper of a chill.
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