Love's Death


Relevance and Attention,
Blindly seeking like the regular.
Finally, the thin line fades,
The other side, in tears I am.
I Am Love, and this is my Hate!

The Veil and the void,
Never lifting, never warmth.
Aflame by cold's wicked grip,
The other side, in lost I am.
I Am Love, and this is my suicide!

Paranoma and Obscurity,
It comes,  such a sweet deceit.
A muse I strangely hate to love,
Deep thrusts I see, clearly now.
I Am Love, and this is my Death!

Warm, Cold and Bright,
Clearly seeing, the hope I lost.
Finally, the terms I accept,
Of never rising to shine within.
I Am Love, and this is my Funeral!

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