It Is The End Poem by Alex Gomez

</>An explicit abuse permeates,
Degeneration of the roots.
A stab into my crux, it shoots,
Star-crossed paths did not fulfill our fates

It infiltrated, retained my trust.
Insidiously, it slithered,
Constricting me, defense withered,
Volatility beneath its crust.

Now an implemented seduction
Plagues from within this union, new,
The enemy’s plot, very shrewd,
Burns myriads, under construction.

It lovingly betrays and forsakes,
With lesser alliances feigned.
The grandest of denials reigned
In me; my soul is burned at the stake.

It is a serpent, a corrupt friend,
The enemy shall keep his prize
For both mourn not as the other dies
While my laughter brims; It is The End.