It's not a flight to Hades. Rather, a roller coaster ride.
You enjoy the thrill of it until you realize it is burning you up.
Impassioned love, this is. An affection so strong it asphyxiates you.
Flattering words pregnant with emptiness, lusty touch deprived of soul.
A hedonistic search for comfort. Machiavelliany or
Masochism. Something. Anything. Just to take the mind
Off the mutilation inside. In the dusky aftermath, you wish to
Drown in the Icarian, lest pain consume you: Pain, regret, shame.
Simply, solafey. In the end, all that's left: A burning
Hell. Love is unkind. Although, Man deserves the mangling
Brought by agony. Like gems in Inferno, unlike Icarus in the Sun.
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Poetry❝In the death of me, I found solace. ❞ What readers say: "Starkly honest, seeing the naked soul of your own, relishing the sorrows of being alive." "A mystic poet is born!" "Keep it up. Keep being alive. Keep writing." Poetry of the past of me. Lyr...
