*Spoken Word. Find your own rhythm here.*

Love was like a crippled plague
Falling fast with wings detached resembling that of a suffocating moth who got too close to the flame
A soul dividing whose self remains eternally murdered before salvation could be made
But even failure can change it's fate
We all have to adapt to a new way of keeping our demons at bay
As they are much more clever and cunning than we will ever know
I mean, everything wants to live another tomorrow
For even disease has hope for renewal
Or do you think we're the only creatures who long for a light at the end of the tunnel?

     There's always another host.

And love is like a crippling plague
Oh, you don't see it that way?
Perhaps I'm being a bit vague?
Well you tell me something that's caused you more pain
Or a more obvious reason for the creation of hate.
Kindly explained: Love
Up to and including the lack thereof
And tonight its going to lay its claim
Another victim, another name
Who will wake up with the agony of having it in his heart
Metaphorically, there's nothing else that can tear it apart
Quite like...

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