I craved for my own demise.
Knowing the man for I have chosen
The griffin and his playmate
My thirst for love wasn't his to sate
His heart cold ,relentless
His touches ,senseless
I might have fought my faith in hell.
Made our purity sacred as well.
May my heart vanish away
from his own repulsive display
Your touches are painful
But no regret confirmed.
And you trust unreliable.
Your devotion is cold
And this might have confirmed
Your love is undeniable
My crave for my own despair.
Nothing could have stopped
The murderously attempt, then and there
Love was never mine to feel.
Time and patience
Was the only way
for me to heal.
But time was brutal
And patience under request.
How great are the odds
of being solidly obsessed.
