Familiar scars veil black hearts
And love is its restoring farce.
Yet also love - the lack there of it,
Announces the crime it has commit.
For deep within one's human soul
Are the many lives that it has stole.
And the love they say can set you free,
But only heartbreak it shall guarantee.
So my advice is that you shall stride
Safely closed off from this world's pride,
And I implore that you not fall prey
To the claws of "love" as it's slow decay.