Love...*Written from the heart* (To Jess)

A silent kiss in the dead of night.
A demon’s eye in the shattered moonlight.
Devouring a tender soul.
Never knew it would be this cold.

Love is not what everyone thinks.
Love is death, the missing link.
Needed and wanted, but never allowed.
Stealing your promises, using your vows.

Love is a torture, blissfully unknown.
A chain to darkness, to the demon’s throne.
Love is a beauty, evil and dead.
Living off of tears, flowing blood-red.

Love is a need, a human obsession.
Love is a twist in a misplaced confession.
Love is a humour, it doesn’t exist.
Love is a fog; no, love is a mist.

Love is the thing of fairytales.
In the world of rich gowns and cocktails.
Love is a fallback for the weak and unknown.
Love is a lie, a monotone.

And so I conclude with a foul little line.
That all love does is kill and decline.
So stay away from this bitter-sweet end.
Depend on yourself, not your boyfriend.