There’s no avoiding the poison

what is meant by this irrelevant sentiment that sends men over the bend again and again? beautiful eyes, cutting thru you like knives. think you’re immune? lies. think you’re fool proof? try. no one can handle love unless they can hand over blood. do i have to recite this twice? whats so nice about this scythe? this sacrifice? who ever said it was right? to offer ones life, for a night? love gifts us an unfair trade, as we care madly and sadly to pray, for days, to gladly pay for any way. what is there to gain, but pain? still it all stays the same. everything fades, falls away. except the scars left by the blade, where your heart, maybe, should have remained. still we give every breath. how else can we live until death?