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The stars have all faded.
The prisoner is awaiting.
His death, his crucifixion.
His release, his decomposition.
The world spins on by.
I sulk wanting to cry.
I'm going to rot in hell,
I'll fry when I die,
Feeling like a swatted fly.
Love a simple four letter word.
A lie.
L stands for lies.
O stands for obsession.
V stands for violence.
E stands for envy.
Thats what love is all about.
One wanting the other.
But not being able to have.
Carve another notch in this stone slab.
The slab that is my tomb,my grave.
My existence to which I am a slave.
Love a simple four letter word,
can do so much.
It's the poison apple.
The serpents fruit.
Glazed with lies and lust.
Why is it so hard to trust?
Take a bite do you enjoy the taste?
It's sweet at first then sour.
we starve for it then we devour.
It seems to quench our thirst.
But then we crave for something more.
A kiss, A warm hand,courture.
The venom sets in.
Your dismise begins.
The never ending game of lies.
Feeling like that swatted fly.
What could I have done?
I couldn't resist the fruit.
We took a bite and passion took flight.
How I wish I could hold you in my arms once more.
If only it could have been like it was once before.
This story isn't all that extrodinary.
This love isn't anything less ordinary.