Painful love

Rain of sorrow falling down ones soft skin
Dripping from watery eyes down ones chin
How would one act if thine soul was stolen?
Like a piece of precious colon

Why couldnt thy see the threat that she arose?
Like a thorn under a beautiful rose
Since when did thy damn ones heart for interfering?
Making one feel in need of retreating for fear of hearing

Hearing the truth poke out of ones mind
Rearing back in the shadows in fear it may bind
What sorrow state has this gotten thyself in?
Making one feel like being throttled from within

Help thee thy merciful lord
Help one safe thyself from ones heart’s record
Cant thy lord just kill ones own servant?
End his torture by giving him a fervent

Give thy something to look forward to then an endless torture
In this forsaken darkroom that is forever a scorcher
Save thy soul from hells burrow
By wiping this love that thy feels for one maiden so thorough

With this I end thy own curse
For although it may have been once a blessing
Its damages are even worse