love stories are gory
and you thought roses were red in love?
blood on the hands
blood on the thorns
an affair so bloody that could put wars to shame
and yet we all become but scapegoats to the very idea of love
the more we realise the dawn of an imminent death
the deeper we drown in the quicksands of time
you ask why?
we are nihilists
loathed in an erotic desire of self annihilation
and you thought roses were red in love?
blood on the hands
blood on the thorns
an affair so bloody that could put wars to shame
and yet we all become but scapegoats to the very idea of love
the more we realise the dawn of an imminent death
the deeper we drown in the quicksands of time
you ask why?
we are nihilists
loathed in an erotic desire of self annihilation
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