The world was at war
And I, behind the bars

I had to rebel,
No wasn't an option.
And when did they ever asked me before they tell,
That this hour may never apt to be at my demolition.

The lazy cheery winds of the land so blithe,
Were barred entering in this battle,
And there was a story with a once upon a time.

"When love and lust were freely dancing past the midnight,
Relishing their last moments of intimacy.
Twisting and turning together, the lines turning into invisibility,
which used to separate the two forbidden lovers.

They were forbidden; were warned not to meet again,
But they turned them down listing them fanatics,
And danced along the night, being a total bane.
But little did they know, they were the cause of dirty politics.

Love was scolded, beaten and repressed in many ways,
for it is so naive, to feel, falling for the demon, lust, as brave.
It stood up every time it was let down,
and became even stronger,
stronger enough to have some tolerance,
stronger enough to cover up with forbearance.

So they locked love within the confines of ignorance,
To stop her from meeting her lover,
But love had hope as a remembrance,
Given at the top of the shining tower.

And so, one night,
which was surrounded by silent screams and torturous beams,
Love ran, keeping her life at bay,
to meet lust within the gates of hell,
which burnt her feet and her rays.

But she didn't scatter off;
She ran to meet her loyal lover after an eternity,
But what she saw, stabbed her slowly and slowly-
as she didn't expected the harlots of infidelity,
surrounding her lover.

Lust laughed at her, called her naive.
'You really thought I loved you, oh my!
Because love isn't my cup of tea, neither were you,
so now rot in hell, and enjoy!'

Love had tears in her eyes, which were themselves in sympathy,
The demons in hell laughed at her, where is empathy?
Oh it is in her own home, she now realise,
That those who beat her to reality, kept her alive.

But now she was burning with helplessness,
As the demons put chains around her,
and cried while they whipped her to deathlessness.

But she wasn't alone, as the once beautiful angels, were filled with rage,
And wore armours and swords, ready to free her from the cage. "

In the midst of the battle, I recalled my agonies,
When this all started just because of me,
Why I'm so naive? Why I'm so stupid?
Horrible, describes me just tepid.

And maybe that's why, the sharpness of blade,
in the dark hideous place,
is so appealing-
That I let it graze my skin, just like how lust did,
A little more, just like how lust did,
And just a little more, just like how lust did.

Love killed herself, just like how lust did.