I loved her with a madness pure,A flame that no cold night could cure.Her laughter was a siren's song,A melody both sweet and wrong.
She walked in light, a fragile bloom,Her eyes a gate to silent doom.Her touch, a whisper on my skin,Beneath it hid the war within.
The maid's son came—a shadow's grace,A thief who stole her warm embrace.Betrayal wrapped in silk and lies,A dagger plunged where honor dies.
I was no saint, my faults were known,But none could match the hurt I'd own.To love, to cheat, to break, to bleed—A twisted dance of want and need.
I saw them once in moon's cold gleam,A secret shared—a shattered dream.Her smile for him, a poisoned kiss,A bitter wound, a hellish bliss.
My heart unraveled thread by thread,A tapestry of pain and dread.The world collapsed, the sky fell down,And madness seized my fragile crown.
The knife I gripped was cold and keen,A silver ghost in midnight's sheen.With trembling hands, I sought her face,To end this cruel, unholy race.
She looked at me with tear-streaked eyes,Her beauty caught me by surprise.How could I hurt what made me whole?The bleeding piece inside my soul?
I smiled a smile both cruel and sad,A broken man, a lover mad.Each drop that fell, a twisted prayer,A testament to love and despair.
I watched the red bloom on her skin,A canvas stained with mortal sin.Her breath grew shallow, whispers faint,An echo of a holy saint.
The irony that love could kill,Was heavier than iron will.I danced with death, embraced the night,A dark lover without light.
But as the blood ran cold and slow,Regret began its silent grow.I never dreamed my mind would turn,That love would cause a heart to burn.
Her beauty stayed in death's cold grasp,A memory I could not unclasp.Her hair like silk, her lips still red,A haunting kiss from beyond the dead.
I held her close, my hand in hers,A prisoner of fate's cruel curves.The madness that had gripped my mind,Now chained my heart, no peace to find.
I hear her voice, a ghostly sigh,A question in the darkened sky."Why did you do this?"—soft and low,A pain no soul should ever know.
And yet, beneath the dark despair,A twisted love beyond compare.I loved her more than breath or sun,Even after all was done.
The maid's son never understood,The depth of love that breaks all good.His laughter rings, a hollow sound,While I am buried deep in ground.
I'm haunted by her final gaze,A love that sets the world ablaze.The knife, the blood, the silent scream—All shadows in a shattered dream.
I live in hell that I have made,A prisoner of love's cruel blade.And if you judge me, think me lost,Remember love is not without cost.
For in the end, I am undone,By love, betrayal, and the sun.A man who loved, a man who bled,Whose soul now walks among the dead.