Assassination of Love

A fertile wind lures a petting call from the bull who will swim the Lough. Immortality lurks within its perfume of dynasty and a future king. The scent of tomorrow makes love extinct for our genes are perfumed with success. Prada and Versace can make the lemon sweet but the offspring will question this statue, we call David. Poets will bleed a loves embrace this beauty of presence a royal write. While nature spins the spiders web of a lover who creates life with death. These tears will soon be forgotten, in the rose that greets the winter. For love grows cold in the markets of man. But love should not be abandoned for creation is a spiritual thing. As the warrior holds his head against the tree, unspoken words transcend this earth that only his isolation can see. And in its meaning love can find a nobility, that prostitution will never be. Love was a word that once made empires fall, now reduced in the confetti of modernisation. A face book soul caught in the pouting lips of adolescence, staring into the depths of an old man unseen. And the obese teenager that parents adore go blind to this locked door . While mirrors delight in snow white dreams and a wardrobe that secretly desires perversion. For the window of **** gags for that. Sex is the ticket to the premiere that eventually all her friends will see and the weak will be the spillage Of a corn sack filled by a man that only a rapist will see. Walk into this gas chamber And succumb to a kiss, prostituted by a River Island fee and a Rimmel greasy lipstick. That makes the suitor hard inflamed by the chemical caress of perfume which will procreate another lost child Into oblivion. And love will show its face once more In the bottle of regret and a being too fat to work. Spilling the grease from his chips while watching the latest premiere Of another adolescent dream