Hippocratic Love Song

I swore to you, I’d never break,

But your love’s a vow that cuts too deep.

A healer’s touch, a liar’s blade,

You swore no harm, but I still bleed.

You said you’d save me, stitch my soul,

But every word’s a jagged hole.

Your promises choke like chains,

A doctor’s oath now drenched in pain.

I trusted you to pull me through,

But your cure was poison blue.

Every dose I took with pride,

Now I watch myself flatline.

You wear your halo, but it’s cracked,

Your love, it twists, it pulls me back.

A savior’s mask, a serpent’s sting,

Your love’s the cage where demons sing.

Hippocratic love, you swore no harm!

But tore my heart with venomous charm.

I’m screaming out, you won’t let go,

Your love’s a lie, it’s killing me slow!

Hippocratic love, you’re my disease,

A twisted cure that dropped me to my knees.

I’m breaking free, I’ll burn your throne—

This love’s a wound I’ll face alone.

Your voice still claws inside my mind,

A ghost of hope I’ll never find.

You dressed your lies in velvet gloves,

But every touch was void of love.

I’m tearing down your altar now,

No more vows, I disavow.

Your sacred oath? All a disguise—

A blackened heart behind kind eyes.

You wear your halo, but it’s cracked,

Your love, it twists, it pulls me back.

A savior’s mask, a serpent’s sting,

Your love’s the cage where demons sing.

Hippocratic love, you swore no harm!

But tore my heart with venomous charm.

I’m screaming out, you won’t let go,

Your love’s a lie, it’s killing me slow!

Hippocratic love, you’re my disease,

A twisted cure that dropped me to my knees.

I’m breaking free, I’ll burn your throne—

This love’s a wound I’ll face alone.

(Do no harm!) But you carved my veins!

(Do no harm!) You ignited pain!

(Do no harm!) Your oath’s a lie!

(Do no harm!) So let it die!

[Screamed] I’m not your patient, not your prey!

I’ll rip your shadow, cast away!

[Melodic] I gave you all, but you betrayed—

Now I’m the monster you unmade.

Burn! Burn! Your love’s a plague!

Burn! Burn! I’ll dig its grave!

No more lies, no more control—

I’ll bury you and save my soul!

Hippocratic love, you swore no harm!

But tore my heart with venomous charm.

I’m screaming out, now I let go—

Your love’s a lie, I’ll break it and grow!

Hippocratic love, you’re my disease,

But I’ll rise above, I’m finally free.

I’m breaking free, I’ll burn your throne—

This love’s a wound, but I’ve outgrown.

I swore to you, I’d never break,

But I’m stronger now, for my own sake.

Your healer’s touch, it lost its hold,

I’m healing me—my heart’s my own.