‘Love’, the lie

 

It’s a mocking mirage

An illusive impostor

A fallacious figment

Borne of a deranged mind

A malicious misconception

The deadliest deception

The perverse pantomime 

Of a wretched psyche

It’s a perpetuated poison

A desperate delusion 

A fictitious fabrication 

Spawned of a sepulchrous soul 

It is a lie

It is not real

This fable 

This label

They call ‘love’

© Blackheart Feb, 2016

Love?

  
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I guess…

I breathe the stars

In your kisses

They sparkle

Like fairy dust

Through my eyes 

I feel snowflakes

In your touch

Melt in icy tingles

On my skin

Twinkling 

To my toes

You leave…

I choke razor blades 

Dark green mist swirls

Paranoia starts…

It’s inescapable decay 

© Blackheart 14.02.2016