An irrevocable feeling.

This boy's in love,
O, woe is me this boy's in love,
I can feel it,
The rising damp rotting my heart,
I cannot drown this fear,
I cannot stop it,
He has been for many years,
Indeed I cannot stop it now,
How can it be that he loves her?
After all this time.
His love has withstood endless women,
and now he makes love to her though me.
This boy's in love,
Seizing any opportunity to elucidate her perfections,
Emphasizing my downfalls and her strengths,
Praising the Spanish blood pulsing through her veins,
Her unparalleled beauty a constant reminder,
Of how I will never surmount to anything as desirable.
This boy's in love,
Despite his words to me,
The love beneath his heart is not for me.

Once a whore, you're nothing more

Frankenstein was the real monster.
Or should I call him Iago by name, more befitting of his betrayal.
And I, the unseeing Othello, have poisonous rumors spilled into my ear like the drunk king of Denmark.
Filling me with such rage, I cut all ties with the libidinous Desdemona.
Her debauchery is nothing but surprising, especially when she claimed to bind herself to no other.
Should I be astonished by such act?

"I am a black hole, Frankie"

No matter how much I try to warm myself,
nothing can replace the warmth a soul offers.
I am a vampire for knowledge,
thriving on the lifeblood of wisdom and insight
of another.
I consume all in my path, crushing bones to dust,
reducing humans to mere iota, a curse upon humanity.
I'm sorry, Frankie.

Haiku 2

Your lies fester, slow,
Rest your perennial mind,
They're coming for you.

There was darkness there and nothing more

You may wonder
why ghosts and gore
do not scare me anymore,
I'm more terrified of my mind
than anything else.
It's capable of destroying me
without uttering
a single word.

The grief that does not speak.

It hides, consciously visible,
a shadow too solemn for sight.
It haunts those who hear it,
yet, it does not utter a sound.
Its ubiquity tortures minds,
for it exhausts all forms of joy.
Its voices whisper from the walls,
macabre, taunting, perilous.
A tenacious monster,
drawing me deeper into its blackened heart.

A requiem

Seeping through the cracks, you're a poison in my bones.

You will not set me free until you rip open my ribcage and destroy me from inside.

Look what you have made of me.

A tempestuous fire raging in arid desolation parallels my disgust for you.
Once, I ran to you; now, I run from you.
I sincerely hope you get what you deserve.