loving the pain you inflict when we kiss
adoring the look you give when we burn
cherishing the diseases you touch me with
wanting the love you crave to hide
desiring the cold you always give
curiously dying from the cyanide in your love
pain mixed with love
passion mixed with death
slowly compromising the extent within
angelically we float in the poisonous air
I’ll follow you through the woods of despair

because I know, in the end, you truly do care.

01/06/2005