Love is death,
inside my heart,
forever burning,
forever hurting,
forever bring fresh tears to my eyes,
stinging tears,
the taste of blood fills my mouth,
and so, I die again.
And so I die again, my dear,
my only one true love,
the pain you caused me was so much,
it hurt like burning flame,
thorns of roses rip my heart,
the blood flows onto my rotting flesh,
and yet you laugh,
and call me names,
how can one do so much?
Death is welcome now to me,
nothing is no longer true,
for what was my love,
but a joke to you?
No longer do I feel the pain,
or the tears that well up in my eyes,
for now the blood fills my mouth,
and I die, yet again.