If this is love, I don't want it.
Having to die a thousand times to live but once,
To wither away to become a husk of all I am just to feel alive
I will not belong, become, be owned, or own you.
My psyche is my fortress of solitude,
A tower of ignorance, I alone stand the vigil.
Love is your weapon, your venom, your poison,
A cancer I cannot escape, not with packet drug or razor blade.
Despair if you will, die if you must;
For I have felt that dark path beckon, guided by your siren's light.
A wrecker standing alone at the shoreline.