Scream from the top of the voice,
Let no one hear it.
Cut this skin fathomless,
Let no one descry this noxious scars.
Become numb, callous and call it strength.
See what love has betide me to.
This is love I deserve,
A second hand love,
Love I know so far.
I nurture this ardour;
My repast I feast on.
Love so pure, I don't know why it taste like venom.
Maybe the alchemist potion it wrong,
But this is love I know.
Nine month bio-quod,
Forever now in virtual prison.
Cage much better; if evident,
For people pity my plight.
Here I reckon alone!
Soul of mine shrieks,
So loud and so silent.
I say peek into it, hear it;
They turn a deaf ear.
A fault not of theirs but mine to take.
Evince a different side of love,
and I would be awed.
Is there love different than this?
Or is it a myth I mused?
Heaven please riposte me!
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