Moebius love

Look below you,
You'll dead corpses,
Keep going on,
untill you faint.
Love is cruel,
Love is non-rational.
Love as a cruel mistress keeps you under its claws,
but later on you will come to understand,
that Love doesn't last.
And when Love begins to fade, its final move.
Will be crush you with its claws,
as if you were a tiny bug.
No mercy will it show,
when it squeezes you,
its face will reflect its delight,
you will die, that for sure.
And Love will be your reaper.
But as if you wanted to die,
You will look for Love once again.


What is love you ask?
Love is a moebius path.