Amoris, my days are troubled as I see you disseminate affliction.



Your gentle skin has been broken, the surface no longer smooth.

The wounds beg to heal, but your form refuses to seal.



Amoris, my days are narrowed when I see you disintegrate affection.



Your core is cold, the systems of life in distrust.

The body is hard, the opportunities of life are lust.



Amoris, my days are rubble as I hear your screams of hate.



Your mind is burnt with the image of us fucking before you, blurring the dedication of my love to you.

Your eyes stare at the night, where red leaves the moon you now no longer see.



Amoris, my days are over when I see that your scars still flow, but you just don't know it.



Your head spinning from the heart that no longer beats like the intensities of life you once knew.

Your life dissipating as our tears evolve acidic, the bodies burn and there is nothing new.



Amoris, te desidero, redi ad me.