Our love's but a beautiful tragedy,
The bond between my poison and your heart.
Killing each other to strengthen each other,
For we are but parasites that have found a host in each other.
But we bleed with the same blood,
And we share one same heart,
Making our love a paradox of salvation and suicide.
Just as to me you are, I am to, you your death,
But, me, I hope you will never hate;
I, the one thing I cannot protect you from,
Because I made myself the shield,
that protects you from the menace of society.
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