Soliloquies In Skeletal Keys in POETRY

White-knuckled and pristine, she meanders between lamp-post shadows like ectoplasm in the wake of phantasma

Translucently pale
Stained in rusty gore
I can not lament the death of the Devil’s whore

With whom I gave my soul
For hope
And auspicious sincerity

Like tattered clothes on bi-serrated wire
My heart
Is an empty cavity full of desire

I swooned to the emptiness of her muse and now cannot rid my head of the tune

Metal objects and glass shards are the sympathy card, and every scar is an apology for wanting more…

than this
..... eternal emptiness

Daylight comes when my eyes are closed
My mind resides in darkness
Since she’s killed all hope

Words engraved can not tell the tale of how this bed was made
Conned into believing that life was worth saving

Foolishly thinking that today is not tomorrow
It took me a lifetime to realize
That she was just another chapter
In my legacy of sorrow.

By: Jaye Eryk
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