These violent delights have violent ends...

These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume.

Right?

WRONG.

Sometimes there is no death,
there's just an abyss of dark pain.
It flows through your veins like poison and turns you black from the inside.
And the heart,
which is already black from remembering,
from hoping, from loving, from losing...
starts spilling black blood onto your insides.
drip drip drip.

The poison isnt restricted to your veins anymore.
Its spreading throughout your body,
its in your organs,
in your eyes,
in your throat.

Its oozing out from every pore in your body,
but no one can see it,
no one can feel it,
apart from you.

You alone are cursed with the pain,
because you have dared to love.