What is love?
Thou speaks of love?
But what is love if not false?
It is not the gentle beating of my pulse
But the murder of my heart.
Is love not hatred disguised?
It is all that is despised.
But is love be hate
And hate is not love
Then all that is left is fate.
But what is love if not false?
It is not the gentle beating of my pulse
But the murder of my heart.
Is love not hatred disguised?
It is all that is despised.
But is love be hate
And hate is not love
Then all that is left is fate.
Vinyl Doll
False love create's hate.
Yet true love is fate.
Love is disguised.
Even true love to the end.
For one must pass first.
Thus the one left
Grasp's a murdered heart.
Love is life
Love is death.
An experience we all shalt face.
Feb 19, 2010