Virulent Lure.

Petals on the floor,

Slipped from the evergushing flow of blood through my veins,

That pounded when I saw her standing there,

In front of me,

Seducing me with her breath, succumbing me to her tainted temptation,

Her illusion of what she called love but what was really only,

The splatters of my heart,

Dripping from my hands to the floor.

Only fools played this game.

I was so much more.