Toxic Hollow And Gothic Poem by Connor Whyte

This love is toxic, hollow and gothic appealing to those who are weary and want it.

She will have you begging for more leaving you in shambles crawling on the floor to get out the front door, bleeding mentally as it begins coagulating leaving your heart torn and sore, abandoned promises making love look like a war I have never felt more hate makes me want to pick up my fist and retaliate until my soul breaks.

Lost in a chilling wasteland just wanting the touch of her cold hands as I slip away from this life with such strife owning this pain you planted in my back with a knife.

You are as beautiful as an angel and as deceitful as a demon while you hold two faces tricking those into complete self deprevation.

Trying to hold on as my body swoons from exhaustion hitting the ground carrying the burdens of her life's wounds, I pick myself back up to collect the pieces as I struggle with this blade stuck in my gut, Love Is Toxic Hollow And Gothic.