victim of love.

A sum from my soul for this forbidden love,
A sum not counted by silver nor gold,
A sum that shreds you into oblivion,
Will there ever be, someone like me.

For there will be a time,
of pain and suffering,
knocking on the door like thieves in the night,
Swift and fast it vanquish your grasp,
Hoping it shall never ever come to pass.

Though i bargain with Him,
through desperation for redemption,
to extend my unrighteous treaty,
but it will always be this,
a hopeless prayer,
will beget a hopeless answer.

Four moons it will be,
till this doom of misery,
then time shall come that i will never be,
the merry me.

i am a victim of love.

written by me.