Passionate hatred towards someone you love
intolerable love towards some one you hate
as my freedoms fly on the wings of a dove bruised black
humbly i stand before the gates
a crimson glare seeping through
falling gracefully on my sins
a vile cunning attempt to exile my sole
as the morning sun steals my lovely light who is no where to be seen
the tempter begs of me to consult with Nepenthe
O, the delight of the death i have injected
mewling over the ages and split milk
i still with hold the salt of my insanity
illusions of my lost love
floating away in the repetitive cries of that furled plant
that tells me to hit the moon
with all the false hopes it has built up inside of my head
unfortunately i have fallowed it's every whim foolishly
