You don't decide who you love
But what is love to be had
False hope for the ******
Restless exictment to pass on
Replaced with sickness of the gut and quacked chest
For one is always truer then it's predecessor
One always more intertwined in the art
I have but love for one man
But will falsely give to one more deserving
For this man I love deserves none
He does not deserve to feel my touch
For he replaced it
With the smooth feel of hops running down his throat
He does not deserve the sound of air leaving my lungs , neither of speach nor hum
For he replaced the sound of my breathing along his pillow side
With strangers moans and nights of ******* highs
He deserves not to see the tears lick my cheeks
For what a reward that would be
To remind him of what power he has over me
For what joy he finds in such wicked ways
The shadow of the man whom now stands today
