Love's the Rave
From an inkling, a mirror image of lust is burned at the back of the mind
for this, love is the poison arrow as shot by our insatiable desires - love itself, so behind
Self indulgence in the guise of commitment, where romance engages the eros dance
behind it, is a ballad of an unsacred tune that plays the mind into a trance
To own and to enslave, not of soul but of body
the heart here is eclipsed, the heart is in a malady
There's flesh to burn, bones to grind and minds to disengage
the flame that burns is filled by the substance 'erotoxins' that overflows past the gauge
The subjects thirst hungrily as the willing slaves
the place of their accursed captivity, is where love raves
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