Upon my heart the curse is bled
its stain spread through my veins…
A wretched pain endowed to me
with love that holds the reins.

This dread disease a blatant foe
that clouds my mind within…
Consuming me with passion’s curse
enticing me to sin.

Where breath is caught like fireflies
who lack sufficient air…
Soul captured in your eyes of blue
pinned ‘neath your burning stare.

Mind fogged beside your whispered voice
so fatal to my ears…
A brush of lips against my skin
and reason disappears.

All logic seems impossible
no cure to contemplate…
Your poison now embalms my blood
and you’ve become my fate.

So seal it with the kiss of death
for no one can deny…
That if one must be cursed
love is the best way one can die.