This one came to me at around 2:37 in the morning one sunday. It doesn't really have much of a structure, but I'd like to know what yall think.
Love?
By Andrew Moursund
Where is my heaven? Where is my cloud nine?
My soul seems so leaden, your motives serpentine
No novels, no movies, no sentimental notions
I have only my prison, treachery, and you
My warden, my keeper
This sinking feeling will not lift me up
Serve me hate on my plate, and regret in my cup
What is it that makes me suffer?
Night and day, it's taking pieces away
I hate you so damn much,
But you're so ****ing soft to the touch
My vile, beautiful queen,
Making lust betray my trust
Whether to live or to love, I couldn't say which
Till death do we part, you sadistic *****
-Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem! Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris!
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