Dead End

My heart plays games with me,

What a foul player she is


It has me high for days in a complete low state,

Deceiving my happy, she seduces me into sad


So, maybe I am a patient in this hospital of love, unable to come off section and wandering aimlessly,

Staring into her space, hoping my spaceship will land on something that will not kill me


But I’m a corridor of bodies that have no faces,

She’s a home with no lights that’s occupied by voices


This foul odour of something called love should be in the air,

Yet she’s stuck drowning all the oxygen with bleach


All for this feeling to burn through me,

She is just a vase of dead sunflowers that draws the attention of maggots.


One Comment Add yours

  1. Angel says:


    Loving is a blood sport

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s