I call it love, you call it art
And since my whole been admires you
Only from afar
I wonder no more
What could have been
What should have been
You seem to mix love with inhumanity
Oh what pleasure
The seven deadly sins is no more
Sharp daggers slot into your heart
I shall plant them there with my own two hands
Your sobbing heart
I put my heart under your heels
So you can trample and mock
And twist
A no good
No show
Too much perfection so I said no
My spirit rises like a vapor
Towards you seamlessly
And I will always watch you
