Who Is Love
Big like thunder
Things you can hear and feel
but you can't see
Bloody as murder
this pale broken heart
Bearing down on desire
Beating itself down
Love is godless
Waiting with shovel in hand
to bury you alive
She's a ghost no one really knows
She's what people hope for without knowing what she is.
Careful what you wish for...
She's a merciless, iniquitous whore
More than that
she is inquity incarnate
She will spear you
roll around with you
Her legs wrapped around you tight
Consuming your pain
fertilizing it
and spawning more of it
until you can no longer feel or fight
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