Death By Love

Damned by the prospect of love,

Eaten alive, as it devours greedily all the inside,

All of it ruthless, as it lusts for more,

Tied by the idea of some filthy romance,

Hunger seen only by those who are desperate for some brilliance to resonate in their hearts.

But that bitter love bites back,

Yelling through its lungs demanding more.

Lies are simple when they are spoken through sincere love,

Of all things, love is just another part of hate,

Varying in its methods of conquering,

Ever after the ruling young love.