Loneliness in love

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Your love is like a poisonous potion.
And painfully I've been cursed, with the gift of emotion.

My heart, it withers in its cold prison.
Yet I love and I love, while it bleeds its crimson.

The burdens I carry deep within my heart.
They're getting too heavy, I'm afraid I'll fall apart.

Yet even if I do it will be in my cage.
Alone, and cold, with no strength to turn the page.

So here I lie, and here I'll die..

Withering away, but at least I know.
With me gone, I'll leave the heavy burden in my heart far far below.

And finally be free..

- Alice