The Sad Story of Nel

Love is cruel

Did you not know?

I know this

For it burns me

Out in this land

That is nothing but filth

And belongs not to i

They claim to accept me

Accept!

They jest

For these fools know nothing

Of this term or of love

I see things of beauty

They surround me

As if to make me the fool

For they love back not

For they are removed

And disappear into the earth

Fading out of memories

Except my mind

So they lie

They fill in the gapes

With false memories

And so do the pictures

The pictures show a different me

One that is foreign

Even to my own eyse

And same with the mirror

Showing something beautiful

Something that most would like

A piece of art created by love

But in truth, under is hiddeous

Cloaked and covered

Is nothing

But darkness and filth

Under this sickly form that i assume

So love is cruel

Demented in a way

For she is a clown

That slays my heart

And serves it

With her own meal

To consume it

As it still beats

She laughes

For she knows the truth

She knows she is evil

And has killed many

But she doesn't care.