A Shitty Poem about loving a Scorpio in the Closet

A prelude to love sings songs so deadly, ripping apart hope.

In the dark of night where the moon shines bright, emotions run deep, torturing you to sleep.

I care not for goodness, for my mind craves pain. It is the last straw in a dirty barn of love, a love I can't let go of.

Like the reaper himself, I wish to be your final kiss, beckoning you to a new world--one of bliss.

Perhaps I'm a fool, wishing for words unsaid. But I know love's reach will teach me of death instead.

The fear you feel is mine tenfold, I fear for my heart, I fear for its hold.

Torture me no longer and let me forget you--my fantasy, for that's all you'll ever be.

I need you, scorpion, stingers and claws...pincers, whatever, your word is law.

My mind is in chaos, my heart is in ruins, so pick up the pieces, if not, don't delude.

Cease to exist, my dearest stranger, for your presence is putting my soul in danger.

I'm dying, slowly, when I look into your eyes. Steel blue like a metallic sea, they cause havoc to my heart, as they are so fucking deep.

I am lost in that sea, drowning in your gaze. Please, save me, I've been treading for days.

I told you I love you, and that will never change. Oh God, my heart, stop beating so strange.