Death in Disguise / The Other Side of Love
Eros walks among us, virile and strong,
Sowing his seed as he goes along.
He plucks pretty flowers on his way
And leaves devastation
For all to see.
He’s not impregnating them with love.
He’s not impregnating them with life.
Death is what remains behind –
Withered leaves, blowing in the wind
Of his thoughtlessness.