A dark poem about love as a movie genre.
Love is victimology at its finest
Crimes of passion
Fill this film noir
Love is such an ungodly thing
That you might only
Ponder it seriously
After dark
With a glass of wine
You may need a full bottle
When you go confront
The ghosts of betrayal
In the alleys
After dark
After dark
Love has claimed
Many a victim among those who
Went out after dark
After dark
After dark
Make sure your gun is well stashed
Deep inside the drawers
Tucked among the bedsheets
When you go on
Pondering love
After dark
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