Pits of dark horror.
Love has left me.
Putrid green worms.
They eat my soul and heart.
Depths of hell they encompass me.
Swallow vomit of lost kisses.
Gone into the abysses of restriction.
Torments are the diction.
Free this tormented soul from it's shell.
Only wanting to explode into hell.
DEATH, the only rest from love.
from my poem book - DREAMS