• My father used to say,
    That love is very sweet,
    And when you find it,
    You will crave it,
    He was right on one thing,
    I do crave it,
    But its not very sweet,
    It is sour,
    Like opening your mouth and pouring in salt,
    Biting into your tounge to taste the blood,
    Or chewing an orange still green from the tree of deadly poisons,
    It is a sin so irrestible that i would rid my body of flesh to atain it,
    I would remove my own eyes to feel it,
    And tear out my heart to rid myself of it,
    It is my pain,
    And my pleasure.