Savagely Spent

My soul seems gone
life
withdrawn
a murder scene
scoured clean.

My heart appears dead
expiration
ahead
darkness despair
sheer nightmare
hellish abyss
medusa’s kiss.

My mind feels slain
savagely spent
on maggots lain
injected infected
this disease
destructions intent.

My being is hollow
spilled out
bloody wallow
oasis of scum
unrequited love’s
kingdom come.

Everything is lunacy!
absurdity
pervades so brutally
insinuated
insistently
beyond reason
love’s season
near senility.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Labyrinth Avatar
December 18, 2020 at 3:55 PM
Believe me, everything is lunacy, roll with it. You do dark very well.
Labyrinth Avatar
December 22, 2020 at 12:37 AM
I suspect you are. Most brilliant writers are very dark.
Levasseur Avatar
December 18, 2020 at 4:32 PM
I am dark.
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