Forever love has battled for freedom, only to be restrained.
There's a fine line between hoping and hurting, loving and lusting.
To love is to be preyed upon by an unseen beast, escape is often unavoidable.
Love is a ghost, haunting your heart.
You try to hide your heart, but it cries out to the beast.
The beast can smell it's sweetness and sorrow.
Love is a teacher, corrupting your thoughts.
You think you can outwit the beast, but it proves to be smarter.
It will hypnotize you, and make you believe.
Love is a vampire, drunk on your veins.
It sinks it's teath into your skin, drinking your nectar, revelling with intoxication.
The prey of the beast screamed bloody murder, as the beast looks down on you, smiles, and slowly picks it's teeth.