If you give me your heart,
I'll give you mine.

Oh, the old favorite
Boy meets girl.
Just like the movies
without the glitz and glam,
No hollywood magic here.

Fairytales, and love stories
Have always been her favorite.
And he, is just looking
looking for another notch on his belt
One more heart to break, one more soul to steal

Words sweet like honey,
and a serpentine tongue, he works his magic.
Alas Her guard is dropped.
All sense is lost.

Just like Houdini he performs his trick
And vanishes, into Thin. Air.

Oh poor Juliet.
Life is no fairytale and yet
There are monsters everywhere.

To drown in a sea
Of little people
Who are not aware of me

To cut with the knife society gives
To live a life many others have lived

When the brain thinks thoughts
Neither native, but bought

And then,
Lungs fill with a foreign fluid
My very life essence pouring out

Drowning in the thoughts of others
and suffocating from their pressure
Society makes the world but kills the individual

Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
My suicide
in
slow
motion.

oh Venomous Love,
it's the subtle things You do
that make me crumble.

a wayward glance pushes me
down the rabbit hole,
just two portals to a misty world
where my deepest dreams mingle
with sinister things.
Our world, shaped by the mosaic
of my imagination.

an aroma, sweeter than dew
hangs in the air like tendrils of ivy,
and trails Your golden shape.
a strangling, pleasing scent bends the mind,
and binds my soul.

Your voice, mellifluous as a hymn,
lashes like a snake.
filling my veins with the sweet poison they call
Love.