'Poison' by Alice Cooper
Your cruel device,
Your blood, like ice,
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill,
This is one of those times where I want to never want to forgive you for something that you have some control over, though how much is debatable. It's also one of those times when I have no choice but to forgive you because that is what is right.
You acted with the best of intentions doing what you perceived to be the right thing. Sacrificing that which you wanted in order to protect the one that you care about. A twisted moral code that will ultimately destroy all that you ever strived to be.
When humans made up the rules for society and gentile situations, they assumed the order would apply to every circumstance with few exceptions. Either they were dead wrong or this has become one of the rarest exceptions unimagined and visited in thoughts only when necessary.
Love can be such a dreadful thing, such an inspiring thing that it lets your spirit soar and then lets go mid-flight so that you fall to your early death. Your body may well continue, your mind stuck in its routine, but your heart will forever lie broken in the dust. Sometimes a passer-by can breathe some water back into your thirst, but it's always enough to give your heart a few beats before it is exhausted again.
You seek anything and everything in the hope of finding something, yet knowing that it is pointless because that which you want, which you need, is forever lost to you. Pull your pick from my house of cards, or I shall from yours and thus you will collapse. But down, down, down we both fall together and neither will ever truly rise again.
Perhaps my love is poison, a vice to drive you mad. I dare to wonder if it will be the death of you. I do believe it is the death of me, the single cause as to why I lay here upon the dust waiting for the inevitable end. Staring at a black sky and shivering in the light of dying stars I can't help but think that it is all too late.