Do not love me.
I fear I might end up,
Reciprocating.
Such a dangerous game,
When learned from thy histories.
Those that can lull you to solace,
But for a moment.
Guard dropped,
Knife sinking in to the hilt,
Between the shoulderblades.
Pacifists like me,
Never love very long.
Doused in gasoline.
Monks Doused In Gasoline.
