Outbreak Poem by Jane Doe

Old poem, I wanted to post this. Hopefully, it can be used as a reference to show my improvement later on.

A long time ago,
It was the virus called 'love'
In which I believed
That only you and I
Could ever dream to concieve

An epidemic,
Plaguing the angels above
And demons beneath
As the world we had shared
Shattered from under our feet

The sick, the dying,
And the dead flood our life
Lining the road
Bloodshed, who is to blame
We had broken the sacred code

Consumed by the virus,
We're losing body heat
Mutilated beyond recognition
No more will to stay alive
To die is our ambition

This is the end,
Our lives burned down
There is no turning back
But this heart beats true
As all fades to black

And in my dream, I still love you.