Love and Death
Love and Death
Love and death, love or death?
I love the love, but there is nothing
Life without love is only death
My life is a living death, hell like it feels
Hellish life, demonic mine, selfish kind
It must be a self-centered, evil world, more than me
More than me, but love is more egoistic than me
Is it love? No, it is not that, only a facemask of dark
Of a dark soul, an ungodly loved love, a beautiful demon
A demon lady, she is Lady Demon, comes from my mind
From my fantasy, I dreamed a lot of an ideal lady for years
I loved her, more than God or Satan, I respected her as a goddess
But I was disappointed, the life of this lady was realized in my life,
and her magnetic living sculpture kept the real wrongful spirit of the soul
Wicked life in love, sexually destructive like a mass destroyer bomb
Angel-faced, elegant appearance, attractive and so magnetic life
She magnetized my heart, my spirit the soul of my life, it was love’s kind
Oh, my beloved life! She is dancing on my tomb, hellish the music in the graveyard!
‘She is mortal.’ Said Satan.
‘I love here.’ I answered to my master.
‘Do you love an illusion?’ He asked.
‘She lives in my life.’ I replied.
‘That’s why she is dancing on your gravestone.’ Said it my master.
‘I can’t do anything. She bound my life forever.’ I answered my master.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked. ‘There is a perfect way.’ He added this note.
‘What is that?’ I asked my master.
‘You dance on her grave.’ Answered my great master.
‘How?’ I asked him.
‘I’ll teach you.’ Master gave me the answer.
‘Thank you, oh Master!’ I said.
You are welcome, oh student!’ Replied my master.
‘Master, I offer that love I felt this woman to hell.’ I said it.
‘Thank you.’ Replied my master.
‘Oh, Master!’
‘Oh, student!’
Yes, sometimes love could be so evil, and the medicine must be more and more evil
Is this way devilish? No, it is not that, because is everything coming back, teaching of life of love
Yes, hmm. Yes, love sometimes lives with death
Yes, hmm. Yes, love sometimes needs death
Yes, hmm. Yes, love sometimes everything
Yes, hmm. Yes, love sometimes nothing
Can you see me?
My love is death
‘She is the death…’ Satan said.
‘Why?’ I asked.
‘Watch her past, and you will understand it.’ Satan answered.
Killer love
Love killer
One person
One killer
One dead
Love off
Death is on
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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