what is it about love
that makes a man psychotic
and fills his eyes with darkness
and endless hunger
as if a demon has come
and taken hold of his soul
to bend his mind toward
things he would not dare think
they say that time
the great conniving thief
takes everything away in the end
but the only way love can decay
is when the last drop of blood
leaves our cold bodies
i wish i could tear off my skin
and have it over and done with
but i must bear this madness
though it breaks my very bones
and rots me from the inside
i must tame this demon
though it would see me bent
and bowed and broken
this is a war that cannot be won
by exorcism or by force
it is a war that is fought slowly
each day a new battle
until the very last day
and they put me cold in the ground
i just hope when that day comes
she doesn't show up
at my funeral