Love-a-Meth

It became a pain, 
when I flourished it within my veins,
Love is what, 
nothing like a game of gains, 
I follow my feeling until I ruined, 
and I ruined my feeling until me drains, 
In her eyes I saw a depth,
in her face I found an Egyptian Seth, 
She murdered my soul, 
made me blind, and made me beg my life, 
As a moth searching always a flame for asking to drag his life, 
One day I will asleep on a sleek, 
That day nothing will left as a desire,
 when I will be on a fleet, 
I asked you to have a dream, 
and you to become my dream, 
You chucked me like a stone,
 like it was a prone, 
It became a faint again, when I dare to burn the whole gent,