Sick love, a poison, seeping through, A twisted tale, of hearts turned sour, In every touch, a venomous cue, As it corrupts, and love's essence dour.

It creeps like a shadow, in disguise, Whispers of affection, now turned to dread, In every smile, a hidden disguise, As it poisons, and love's purity shed.

Yet, amidst the pain, a spark remains, The essence of love, still alive, Though tainted by the sick love's gains, It yearns to break free, and thrive.

Obsession, a venom, it seeps, A love that's toxic, it takes control, Consuming all, it leaves us weak, A prisoner of love, we become its toll.