Love: The Game Of Killing Hearts

Moon stays encompassed

Fragrant smelled soil... 

Wishes seldom tight beneath ... 

Watched the ticked as heart beats...

Choice forgotten sometimes crossed vision ... 

Only dived sorrows in that old blanket ... 

Rotten cases are my face occupants ... 

Bloomed flower then has swelled ... 

Sunday night I'd recall my life ... 

Beware ... Its the turn of a table's this side!! 

Fortunate be you ... If no spirit indulges the will ...

For then if mistrusts

... 

It'll certainly not be as the end!!! 

Precaution as would caution to ...

Don't wear that shiny white ... 

It is not you may we see ...

Your soul is which's stained beneath!!! 

I could see through only I had closed my lies ... 

For my eyes wouldn't have believed themselves ...

Exactly how I convinced them to realise ... 

It's not his fate ...

But this gesture that encompassed!!! 

I shall obtain it now ...

It is called love ...

The game of killin' the hearts!!!