You Kill the Soul

You kill the soul, and swindle death, a poison pus, a deadly
Breath. And venom soft, a future blight, a need to die, the
Cry of life. My devil love, a present hate, a sofa pang, an
Omen’s gate. And precious heart, a dying rose, a ferric
Spear, the blood of prose. For vicious vice, an adder fair, a
Harlot touch, a fated tare. And life to pain, a tainted art, a
Vatic death, a putrid heart. My horrid love, a hated hell, a
Biblic curse, a demon’s tale.

You kill the soul, and swindle death, a poison pus, a deadly
Breath. And torrid pulse, the ghost of fate, a war adrift, a
Bleeding face. My devil love, a sutra tear, a barren wraith,
The ache of fear. And precious heart, an omic flight, the
Plight of pain, a bleeding light. For vicious vice, an adder
Fair, a harlot touch, a fated tare.