Manufactured Love

Let not come a day
When we agree only
In shared hatred.
For I have seen people perish
With vitals running,
Smothered by necklaces
And embraces
Of stinking years
And rotten promises.

Leave me before this.
For a voice, or a vision,
If there is one
More binding than what
We have now for love;
But not for a vice,
Or a word gone unheard,
Or meanings distorted by lies.
But then why care?

And if you do
Insist upon staying,
Pray put on a shroud
Of manufactured love
That helps you sleep
And puts me to rest.