Love wasn't abolished.
It was bloody made in sheer fantasies of bloody unions.
Love wasn't reaped.
It was bloody forever sown to dwell in the abyss of Damnation.
Love wasn't said.
It was bloody shown to every bloody forging mystery a soul could be.
Love wasn't within reach.
It was drowning in my misery when i should have killed you.
Love wasn't for me,
And it bloody damn wasn't for you.
R.I.P to you.
