Your phantom silhouette, like Death's requiem, is cast in despair;
whispered gently through loveless lips from a grotesque Valentine.
Broken love lines sing through ill placed records of heartache
and sink into my skin - tainted and tattered.
Unaware of your intentions, I fell victim to your deviant plan;
I become attached to you, my morbid Succubus and I became your slave.
I was your mannequin and you were my damned Puppeteer, playing romanceless games
and breaking my heart's glass case, like the mirror that now casts my broken reflections.
Storm clouds of anguish and disgust beam overhead; the thunder rolls and reminds me
of your midnight serenades that have become the demons of my nightmares.
Author notes
Prompt: Unaware of Storm Clouds
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A contest entry
- PIF [quickie] by layla..
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nise
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kool nise job
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*applauds*
Wondrous imagery....totally mind-blowing!!!
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Dark, haunting, somewhat bitter ...
How well you penned this aura of loss and remorse ... Poetry is all about getting emotions visualized in a painting of light or dark ... or both.
Love
Myra
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Some great images can be found here. I like your contrasts and the parallels. Good luck!
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Holy shit this is my absolute favorite poem by you EVER.
Amazing vocabulary here. Truly amazing. Wow.
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Darkness creeps up on the reader within these lines.Incremented stops and starts of flailing into the abyss.Nice work.
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Wow...
As Ambivalency said, this is so dark, yet still beautiful at the same time. I am simply speechless. Keep up the amazing work.
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O.O omfg kris.
this is so dark.
and yet so amazingly gorgeous.
the emotion is powerful, deep.
I love it.
you amaze me. you have such an amazing way with words..
I love you hunny.
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