Her lovely hatred
slowly dismantling your heart
her bitter beauty
she triumphs over you
you can never overcome her
tempramental breakdown
she..she is called
..love
like a car crash tragedy
you will decay
in that casket
disguised as a heart
convinced you will not be destroyed
you desire her hatred
never surviving
no more do you exist
for you have collapsed
into her violent hatred
invisible to all
decaying..decaying..
in the casket
disguised as a heart
made by her
made by love
