My soul breaks into a million pieces
And yet, remains whole.
I am a woman in love.
A murderer on death row.
Lucifer thrown from hell.
Why have I chose to endure
All for the satisfaction of my Matter?
But is it not better to have loved and lost,
than to have never loved at all?
But then I question you, my oh so mysterious ‘love’
Are you formation of matter or mind?
Was this out of my biological control
Or my own illogical reaction?
Put you and the Soul of the World
To the test.