Love

 
sadness answers you from her tomb, tome
again, you have chosen cruelty
you have supped at another's breast, now I am just sport
I am not favored if it were so
you would not target me

my soul closes in disillusionment
you prefer the lie to the truth
she is vicious and drinks your succor from your veins

forgetting isn't a mercy with her
she will take your memories of me and twist them
then feed them to her honey
a sickening game for two
three is a triangle and a drag really

I have spoken in err
I have fought valiantly and swung blindly
I see now it was for naught
their games amuse your heart

with hopes of seeing you freed, I weep
I sacrifice not so you would owe me
but so your soul could be consoled without me