SadisticSatanist

When love cannot be

I’m stuck in this trap,

This trap of being alone.

I’m sick of this crap,

I\'m sorry for having a moan,

But this is what I live with.

A life segregated, pushed away,

I don’t know how I can live,

When everything is not okay.

You see love is that one escape,

But when you can’t find it,

You tend to have a change in shape,

A change that I cannot commit.

As love is no more,

I will act like a whore.