The Man I Loved

I met a man, that I loved.
He was clever, and handsome.
He was generous, and kind.
He was good, and strong.

He turned out alright in the end.

But,

It was what preyed on him.
There were strange things that bit him,
Long lonely bites they gave.
They gnawed at him, in the deep.

It was this that made him lost,
It was this that made him cruel.
It was this that made him scream at God.

It was this that made him ferocious.

But his ferocity was tempered with fear,
Because he knew these things that bit him deep,
Would too be the things that bit others.

That he had a disease.
And it was contagious, if one weren't careful.

But I loved him.


He's dead now.