Foreboding Love Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Crimson tears of confusion
Ravages the subject’s porcelain face
Blinds her of what love truly is
As her pride becomes the weapon
Used against her by those
Who have mastered
The devious art of total manipulation

Fragile is the subject
Only feels safe with the pain
Of knowing how to feel
A certain way
Beyond her own reckless emotions
Battling onward in a vague state
Of residual madness
As her spirit lives within a dormant grave

Lost her eyes
In that sense of self exclusion
Does what it takes
To make whom hurts her happy
All in the name of scorning love

Such a skinny little wreck
But in reality she is so beautiful within
I wish she was her own true self
Instead she is controlled
By serpents that have poisoned her heart
Turning her into them

Her porcelain face has shattered
Underneath for her own protection a serpentine face
Ready to attack anything that wants to love her unconditionally
Never loving her against her own will

She now wants those she use to ignore
So that she can eat their hearts and souls
Making them exist no more
So they can suffer just the way she suffered all along


She is now nothing
And that is now that kills her the most

Pain is all gone
Now the numbness owns her
As she is now under its control

Between her and being lonely
Loneliness is the only way to go

Even evil can possess love
Be careful, you have now been forewarned