LOVE, A DISEASE

 

Blackened Hearts Filled with Hate

A repetitive demolition of Lover's Fate

Sickened by this lust filled hunger

An illness that effect those of younger

A famine to slaves whom seep with greed

 A Warning to those who have yet to bleed

Love is just a symptom

A virus to be cured

Not to be embraced nor simply endured

Seeds already released have fallen deep

 Already wishing, wishing they were free

Drowning already in this epidemic sea

So chop off my head If I ever fell in Love

Rip the wings off this symbolic dove

For Love is just the symptom

A virus to be Cured