Why am I the victim of my love?
I had envisioned you a beautiful white dove.
Crimson blood drenched in your feathers of snow
While you fed off my pain. Why, I did not know.
Moons ago you looked my eyes and said
“An army of emotions to me you have led”.
What did you mean then? Were they lies from the start?
You threw me off-guard; I had not seen this poison dart.
But alas, I took it in, trying to forget the past.
I thought you were the one; our love would forever last.
But to the darkness of your pit I fell, the past is now a fake;
You are my reality now, my predator; my rattlesnake.
I am the white dove, bathed in the poison blood of fate
As I loved you in your fangs. I, whom you so desperately hate.