Self Inflicted - Poem by Jeremy Rascon
Only in the depths of hell does love exist
A torture far worse than any other
Lucifer himself dare not touch it,
It's a curse of the mortal
For the immortal it would be an eternity of pain
Love is the universes sick twisted idea of happiness
Because you like the pain, you crave more
And the more love is used the better you feel
And eventual the worse you get.
It's a disease with no cure
It can cause the downfall of gods
And create monsters
Death fears those three demented words..
To speak 'I love you.'
Is to commit the perfect crime.
I've been set up.
Now all I can do is rot in my homemade dungeon
I'm in love..
I hope she shows mercy...
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