Underneath a suit, a heat is born,
A lying sweat of heart that's torn,
Faith dismantled by a simple lever,
And now affected by a brutal fever.

Ideas of distrust banned from his mind,
The sickness increases with more time,
Feverish pain flows through his body,
Could have avoided this all, but he

Decided that pleasure was greater than truth,
That meeting a mistress, one last in a booth
Would trump his feelings of love and regret,
Would mask his emotions and make him forget.

The sickness evolves, killing this man,
For he had no right to change her plan,
She wanted to love you, to be everything,
To show you this life is well worth living.

To say she adored you would not suffice,
For the girl lover you, gave up her vice
Of self-hate and destruction, such terrible waste,
Hurting herself in such horrible taste.

She reckoned you were the true lover for her,
Gave up everything for you, you selfish cur.
You though you could take it and leave it,
But, no more will this angel take your ***