I once knew love . .
and thought her to be a cold hearted bitch

She danced behind my eyes while I lied awake
Twisting, and turning, leaving famine in her wake

For you see dearest friends, what I had thought to be love
Was merely many a devil in disguise

Toying with my wants
And never heeding my cries

But even so I held her to my heart
For I had thought that if I didn't . .

My life would surely fall apart . .

In the end I let her go, and realized what I had lost

Love is no devil, no bitch, or debutante

Merely an unstable emotion . . .
That my soul, it doth haunt . . .