''When love has no Choice to kill'

''When love has no Choice to kill'

You painted me in love

From the pain that wrote these words.

Were death was holding me

I saw my mirror as I look at you.

I left your tears an injury

To fall with too black eyes.

Where the rumors of angry!!

From your friend voices call me a dog.

How can I bite my best friend?

When I saw your cries crawl

The temptation was telling me. 

I was ugly not to admit 

I hate you myself more then I hate you.

Where lust had swelled your lips

When we made love,

Your body was wounded not to fill scare 

You stayed unconscious sleeping with a coma

Like a slave you will not run,

I threaten you not to remember my fear

My grave that would be you

By Fredrick Pennix Aka Prasier the Show-Off Worshiper