The Sweet Taste of Love

The sweet taste of love, surrounds my senses,
It engulfs my being, and leaves me begging for more,
But the honey doesn't last for long, no matter how hard you beg,
It either leaves you completely, or deposits a bitter reminder on your
lips,
It still looks the same, its seductive voice tries to pull you
in,
But surrender, and its black rot will surround you.

A cold, empty shell, left behind.