Killing Joke

Killing Joke And so it seems Love in its absence has come again to taunt Laughing at the vacant dream It has so cunningly wrought Its life a threadbare of promise Built upon such loneliness Has delivered to these nights Yet again in its toss and turning sleepless Empty of love of kisses spent The void embrace Teases easily with its covenant And fervent, wills the wish to be Mocking Always Its very own Hope Liar of touch Untruth of flesh and blood Once more of love Within its emptiness proclaims Burns for its own humour Such an inconsequential thing as life Tossed like a scrap upon its fire To appease its god like countenance Love With no other demeanour other than torture Shackles onto these cruelties Its chain of fate Merely to dig in its barb-ed spike And rob peace to tumult Defies even itself For the sake of a killing joke So sadness it can feed upon And think worthy still is its cause Even under torment Love finds a face to haunt It will, of your heart remain regardless Pretend to eternal fulfillment But leave you as barren As my empty arms