A twisted love song, or an inverted ode to Leonard Cohen.
It was never my decision
Of what I was to do
Your were just a strange fascination
Like a spirit passing through
**
But we touched for a moment
I tasted the blood on your lips
The hunter had come a-hunting
Shooting strait from the hips
**
You were wild and free as the wind
With a look of innocence in your eyes
I was blinded by your beauty
Your very thin disguise
**
But you were the beast of the temple
You were the whore of Babylon
I let my heart rule my head it seems
As your perfume lingered on
**
And you left me only wounded
Not even—not even dead
I was starving in the famine
And you were my crust of bread
**
You were the flame in the fire
So why do I feel so cold ?
Why was I so led to believe
That all that glitters is gold ?
**
But it was never my decision
It was always out of my hands
But fate will cut you down to size
And lay to waste the best made plans
**
The signs were always there
How could I have been so blind
You were the banquet—my last supper
And on that feast I dined
**
amazing thought provoking poems!!!
I liked it,Thanks 
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