No matter what happens, |
Love can be a beautiful lie that is covered by hate, |
Another forgotten. Another victim. Another satanic smile to that of its dictum. |
And as an alley way is lit with softest dawn's first light, shadows die, and born is new grief of grotesque sorrow. |
A white hot stake gouges what he could not see, |
I am drowning in a sea of mockery and tears, |
I love you! |
The neverending cycle of sad night, |