Consequences
I’m going to tell you a story
A story about a boy who’s probably dead right now…am sorry!
I had to do this since dead people tell no tales
We were close so I had to be the one who tells
Love is the best feeling yet dangerous
Looks simple but has brought down things that were once enormous
It burns without flames
Destroying many, too many to mention names
He loved this woman
Not good to mention anyway her name was Ann
Yes! Was since she is no more
I’m not surprised…death is normal
All he did for her happened not to be enough
Treated her gently in return she was rough
Tough he was but had to be simple
Was it not the right way to treat such people?
Too much of good something is bad
So loving too much was the weakness he had
Slowly took over his mind turning him to a beast
On human blood and flesh he was ready to feast
Couldn’t stand it, the beast in him took over
Turned against and hacked his lover
Deaf he couldn’t hear her scream
Blood to him looked like red cream
Sadly he stared at her motionless body
Feeling the emptiness, as around them was nobody
Coming to his senses and realizing what he had just done
He took a knife and drove it through his heart, by the time people arrived he was already gone.
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