No words

Speak yet no words form within the formation of silent imploding heartache 

Lungs heavy with raging suspicion 

Mind baffled and battered by instinctive knowing 

What’s going on my love?

Among the wolves you lurk and you lay with a bitch unsaid 

Lies leave the languishing famine of your failing faithful stature

You think me a fool but I know this hell well 

This black abyss of storming wondering of what 

The cheating man keepeth a chalice of deceitful secret

In his bed chamber shared with a whore unnamed 

You told me you hated her yet I can smell her scent lingering our castle crumbling to dirt

And I won’t find the truth until my heart is ripped to tethers once more 


About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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