Loves Morbid Grasp
In twilight shadows, where moonbeams weep,
I fell to madness, in love's darkest sleep.
Head over heels, in bat crazy flight,
I plunged to depths, where mortal hearts take flight.
With eyes like lanterns, in a midnight storm,
You lit the shadows, where my demons swarmed.
I thought I'd found solace, in love's morbid grasp,
But you were the surgeon, who'd cut my heart's last gasp.
You reached within my ribs, with skeletal hands,
And ripped my heart out, still beating, still in pain's lands.
A ghastly extraction, in love's cruelest jest,
Confirming the verdict, of a heart forever abandoned.
I knew I was broken, a vessel of shattered dreams,
a ruin where love dares not go, a place where nightmares fester surrounded by haunting blood curteling screams.
You tore what I wanted most from me, i scream in silence dispute the pain, for I am too broken, for love's true touch, my chest hollow a place where no love remained
Now in the darkness, my heart's hollowed grave,
Echoes with whispers, of a love that drove me insane.
The moon above mourns, with a cypress tree's sway,
For a love that's lost in the shadows, no hope remains.
In this Gothic night, where shadows dance like fiends,
My heart's a relic, of a love that love itself demeans.
You left me hollow, a husk of what I'd been,
A monument to madness, where love's corpse rots unseen. what's next remains to be unseen.
Copyright © Kari Conley | Year Posted 2025
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