I search the dark parts of my heart;
I find the caverns torn apart.
Trusting my fate to a soulless muse,
She primed the charge and lit the fuse.
With a twisted smile she turned the key,
Bones broken, blood spilled, Jubilee!
She swore and spat atop my corpse,
Her love for me completely warped.
On crimson knees I begged! I pleaded!
Her love and lust were all I needed.
For years she was my only focus,
Now for nothing, my succubus.
Like a blind lamb, led to the slaughter,
I followed her to Hell with laughter.
Tossing and tumbling down the hole;
The single desire was her console.
As I lay within the sound of silence,
The vast loneliness of Regret's presence,
Watching with Sorrow the story, my life,
Pass right by me, then leave with Strife.
Twenty years were gone with a snap.
Drugs attempting to fill the gap.
In vain I tried to numb the pain,
But fell in love with Despair again.
Whether or not found Love once more,
Is simply a matter of loss and score.
For my soul and heart are no longer mine,
The muse has chained them within her shrine.
About the Creator
Michael Grube
I am 36 years old, an Army veteran, and officially divorced. I have been writing since i was young and have always been told that I have a knack for it. I've tried my writing a few novels, but my heart lies within poetry and journalism.
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