And though you may hear my words and think I cast upon love such an evil taint
That I would sever hands held in honest states as a butcher would with his cleaver a piece of meat
You know not how painful it is for those with no hope to see couples hop and skip with lightened feet
For those without a heart with its happy beat as we find many that share the curse of our thief
To play upon cupids harp such music that could in happiness would make even death’s angels weep
Serves only to rub the acidic salt into wounds that have long been tender and run cavernous deep
Or like our lady in fevered sleep be haunted by past sins that have corrupted with a poison so sweet
I see in the crowd those that listen not of my words filled with wisdom that only the broken know well
In their eyes burns something purer that with blessed memories they feel will keep them safe
Yet I see only the foolish blind that without care would place their foot in the trap of sincere lies
But I dwell too much on the negative and like the endless stare lose sight of the message I do preach
As we all hunt the thing that acts as a silver bullet to kill our demons and bring the promise of peace
For some it is a thing of social graces and dancing in which we avoid treading on our partners feet
For others it is seeking a fellow ghost so that they can find venom as pure as the one they possess