Love Like A Sweet Poison

Love like a sweet poison seeped into the heart, and time no longer existed in the realm of the eternal night. Passion burned as an everlasting flame and it altered into eternal desire.

A tenacious devotion was rooted in a ground made of ice and blood. And I stood among crimson roses and the nocturnal mist, under the sight of an eerie moon.

The darkness enveloped me like a sumptuous dress wrapped around me. The faraway shadows of anguish and dread were chasing me as ominous ghouls.

I was seeking ghosts that reminded me of lost loves while wandering accompanied by my madness as the only chaperone.

No pang could ever touch me anymore since I’ve been depleted of my heart that was impaled on a dry branch of a dead tree, bleeding loudly like an incessant scream.

My only way to exist was to roam erratically without any guidance. I was already dead. I had died a myriad of times in numerous ways.

I had definitely forsaken the world of mortals, with whom I never felt any connection. I didn’t mind losing myself in that tremendous labyrinth.

As far as I could proceed, I felt the nothingness swallowing me with delight. A storm had subjugated me and torn me to pieces.

Not even a speck of me had been kept by the frozen soil, because a whirlwind had stolen my essence. I was held captive by the abyss of death and there were no expectations or delusions.

I finally remembered as a long-lost memory that time no longer existed, when love seeped into the heart like a sweet poison. It burned slowly, transforming into eternal desire.

And there I lay down underneath the soil soaked with ice and blood with my heart impaled on a dry branch of a dead tree, bleeding fearlessly and ceaselessly like a funerary elegy.
Elisabetta Esther