In a world as black
As the magic
Meandering the soft curves
Of your cultivated thighs
Lost in the immortal beauty
Of your lies
I am drawn into this illusion of life-
You have created
I am your sucker – at the end of my stick
I can find no escape from
This desolate place
The cracks within your facade
Envelopes me my grave
Forever trapped dissipating love
Escapes me
There is no allure of grand grandeur of
Reciprocating hearts
Beating as one
Only this cold dark dank place
Where I find myself
An eternal prisoner
A slave
Of my own existence
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
