Love & Death

Love is the death of the mind

Love shall be the death of me...

If i tell her that I Iove her

It'd be a crime

I would be murdering my own ego,

And deliberately disrupting my peace.

I would be vandalizing property,

And commiting arson to the walls I have built .

Loving her would be a crime

I would be openly corrupting my thoughts,

And assaulting logic.

It would be theft on my laughter,

And larceny to my happiness.

Loving her would be a crime

And the heart is a veteran crook,

And her retort,

Negative or positive,

No matter the reply,

Would imply imprisonment.

Love is a crime,

It's an open cell

I'm the defiant fellon

That's refusing to do the time,

The heart laughs as my calculated fears come to life...

Love is the death of the mind,

And the heart is an arrogant officer,

The kind that ignores an alibi.