Love is nothing but a meaningless shadow.
Love deceives more then a chameleons skin…
Thy beauty is found more in death’s cold embrace.
Thy pond is deeper then love’s depth.
Thy Banshee’s shrieks our more of a lullaby then loves deceiving voice.
Love is more of an illusion then thy deserts mirage.
Thy crimson blade cuts less and hurts little compared to loves sting.
Loves lust is greater then that of a king, for thy power and thou pleasur
Love corrupts and perverts more then thou Satan
Love is like a black rose, dark, painful to hold, and thou withers away slowly and agonizing.