Sick love, a poison, seeping through,
A twisted tale, of hearts turned sour,
In every touch, a venomous cue,
As it corrupts, and love's essence dour.
It creeps like a shadow, in disguise,
Whispers of affection, now turned to dread,
In every smile, a hidden disguise,
As it poisons, and love's purity shed.
Yet, amidst the pain, a spark remains,
The essence of love, still alive,
Though tainted by the sick love's gains,
It yearns to break free, and thrive.
Obsession, a venom, it seeps,
A love that's toxic, it takes control,
Consuming all, it leaves us weak,
A prisoner of love, we become its toll.
