your vestal love that used to run through my veins
is perforating my heart
that will not be still-

until(!)

you'll desist playing Ares
and recieve my death embrace
and thus your own best friend
has the choice to persuade
between the libras of enemy and common sense
why it's not a partial love in present tense (!)

the minutes between the twilight of lust
could say everything
those god sent hours you used to dry
will leave eyes wet
we will sleep numb for years-
while you seek a new soul to cover the roof
of broken sheds.

my love was light
libras were fallen by cupid or her?
never wanted you to know the moronic lie
while you went with another that loved you.

can you remember
when the dawn of meaning came?
and now- I don't have the valor to pronounce
how much I lust.
- to be.
- with you.
I set you on fire, and now you're all free
from any meaning and holding down-
I pray, you'll never return to say
I was wrong to say goodbye, my dear good martyr-friend...