• My heart fades, weaker everyday, with each prolonged kiss of guilty lips and every maliced word spoken yet silent with curled tongue. Every gentle touch of your hands, daggers are sent straying into my soul, a soul that lived for you, loved for you and is dying for you.
    My soul fades, further eveyday, with each tender whisper of lies, unbearable and of dirty deeds carried on the shoulders of the innocent. Every forsaken smile I receive cuts through my dignity like razors in prevoked hands, dignity that was made by you, caressed by you, then killed by you.
    My love, nothing but a toy, bought for the fun, destroyed by the boredom, torn recklessly, shattered carelessly, dumped mindlessly, now forever immortal. Doomed to walk this baron and desperate land, cursed with the broken promise of truth and loyalty. Stained with the sacralicious blood of blooming buds, frost bitten and cold, wrapped in blankets, hidden from this cruel world.
    We are the young, so tender and frail. Our minds quickly distorted and moulded to the call of war and pain. So impressed are we by death and lies, our minds blank but for one thought. The thought of power.
    The power of controlling love and having the choice of life and death in your hands.Oten abused by kings fools, not to be used in a way beneficial to all but for some poor soul is the tragedy of to live, love and die.