The Darkness Of Love Poem by Twisted Moon

With such eloquent apathy,



I ponder upon the idea that is the darkness of love,



This room, dingy and dim,



This life, inky and grim,



The product is me,



Lonely, depressed, pessimistic, and cynical,



It is not the abscence of love that aggravates me to my core,



It is the presence of the lie and false promises that is the so-called love we blindly adore,



So I willingly rip out my heart,



So I don't have to feel it anymore.