wHO lOVES nOT tO dEATH

'too few of us aren't guilty of murder', lets
look to inward and inquire, how often it is
one that loves kills that which he loves!

A young brides lingering nights subject a
loving man to torture. The priests haunting revelations
taunt the dreams of the pious.

All too often, young love dies before adulthood:
all that remains of it is recurring images of
lonesome nights.

Mine was strangled with lusts re-awakening: a
re-awakening that led to the realization,

'sadly all too often, all that we love should be
to death put'.