Love is a word too many times I've heard
say it to show affection
to indulge in temptation and lurid satisfaction,

thrown around like a leprositic disease
the blasphemy a sin enough to bring me to my knees

it reeks of fake and knocks me sick
a glimmer of hope that's just too quick
is it any wonder my mind's paralysed
when such a word is a substitute for lies?

The sound churns my stomach, rots my brittle insides
you stupid *****, you've unleashed the septic I tried to hide
a simple word you really shouldn't have said
for now the pale God's alive and my conscious is dead

and now I stroke the shiny scars I bare
wondering if I ever have the capacity to care
the confusion curdles and warps
for what is love when people continue to distort?