Thy Love is Murder

The last sound is what I despised,
At the time when the sun is starting to rise.

Your words honoured my heart which is filled with lust,
I wish to leave behind traces of dust.

I’ll cherish what has been burdened.
I sense agony in my head, all over again.

Revive my soul that has been decimated,
Revive my art that has been splatted and hated.

Contemplations and dilemmas set us apart,
Continue throwing those unwanted sharp darts.

I wish to endure myself through your woes,
We will be defined as far-flung foes.

Although you left my weary soul,
Please give me back what you had stole.

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