Love, you have left me

(to be a shadow of myself)

to drink the poison of your lips

(your skin molded against mine warm fiery to the touch)

to beg of you on bended knee to fall in the dark abyss of your eyes

(on cold passion on cold murder)

only to be deceived by your dreams

(and you call that love)

fear the only true emotion you feel

(down to your last breath you'll bleed)