Love's Most Sinister Whisper

Whispers of a love long gone,
Ghosts of the past simply float on. 

Painfully the banshee in your chest screams, 
Then whispers the one  thing that cannot be: 
"I love thee, I love thee, oh why must I love thee
When I know that thou cannot, will never love me. 

This blanket of comfort, this warmth within pain,
The soreness spreads at the sound of his name.
Enshrouded in wounds and the curse of affection
The friendship and fondness become an infection  

And the levels of hell are all in the heart,
The suffering is nothing with which we will part, 
So take a deep breath as the melody starts
And inescapable is song heartache sings

Tears can drown the sight of him
Flames can consume our love from within
But nothing quells this emotional torrent
The epitome of love's soul-rotting torment 

Damned from the onset of the first lustful gaze
That evolved into depth, like the Minotaur's maze
We followed our hearts to the heart of design
And found the monster of love's vengeance divine
Dedalus' hands keep the victims of this
Trapped forever in love's labyrinth abyss 

Damaged and broken and only you fit
God damn this, god damn you, god damn all of it
You son of a bitch you lent me that taste
Of happiness, of joy, of pleasures unchaste
Forever I will sit here alone and wait
Against my own will for this man that I hate