your love was too big, you loved like religion they couldn't take your worship, and endless adoration
your devotion had become a curse soon morphed into a bane
its shape ruined no longer the same
what was once light has gone twisted light of their eyes, ashen and leaden
corrupted and stale, a forgotten lost passion a cold, empty altar abandoned in divine fashion
flames abated with halting breaths weeping wax candles and unheeded prayers
ashes, dust foul rot wrought in the air
charred fingertips and bloodied knees steadfast heart and one-sided kisses
still you weep still you pray
even if theyll no longer spare you the time of day
sola dosis facit venemum (the dose makes the poison)















