Friday, 14 August 2015

Equation 148 : The Curse of Love

The curse of love,
Darkness befallen,
Beforehand of trust,
The strength of faith,
Of what was left,
The desire of conquest,
Conducting pain that was,
Actually never there,
Moment of truth,
Sheds each second pass,
In the bound of love,
That once was there.

The curse of love,
In a distance of second,
Impurity compels,
As a minute compose,
Through melodies that has no more,
Echoes at the end convulse,
A story that hoping for to never,
Exist in life that has no more others,
Emerging a life once before alive,
The tears of blood that falls,
In the darkness only meant for a love,
Only for a dearest beloved.

(c) Scarlet Storm 2015

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