The Curse Of Love

A heart-wrenching so cruel

Waves of shivers course through his spine

Traveling with them temperatures arctic

His newly opened wound to heal unwilling, his old scars throbbing, the great healer had failed him; known to many as "time"

At bittersweet memories he cringes and twists and turns in his slumber

In his waking hours plagued by flashes of days gone

To his aid there were none

Melancholy strikes from within, a reminder of his soul becoming undone

Questions of the potential courses to have been taken unanswered

Though the answers may be unneeded, and also unwanted

For their usefulness depleted, and bitterness ungodly

Decades may float to, but his heart shall remain unsettled verily

Walk, he shall, in the shadows of the day and the darkness of the night

A sorrowful eve was it.

Tears of a broken mind tumble down the visage of the wounded.

The follies of the world meant little to him

For readily would he be willing, with them, to part

But treasures ripe, and little who attempt to seize them; to seek them out would he then start

However, with mind bent, soul twisted, and heart ailing, he struggles to carry forth

A soul pledged to the darkness in a land under the blazing sun

Regardless, onward he carries himself

To die or survive, he cares not.

An existence, by demons, accursed.

To be loathed by all, to live a lie, to live in solitude, and to despise his self.

Tears of dismay and disgust are shed on the day which most rejoice for their own creation.

For he is alone and so shall he forever be.

From the treachery of his heart and mind, there is nowhere to flee.

There is no path, the gates are sealed; a captive he is, never to be free.

Within the nightmare in which he ravages and is equally ravaged, with soul encapsulated.

Stragglers cursed to wander the world lonely and damned.

A tragic fate for their kind was planned.

To walk the longest of roads broken and defeated.

And by what force? By that of a massively sadistic and narcissistic entity that knows not mercy.

The nihilist gives no care.

The romanticist tears away their hair.

The crestfallen shed tears through both rends in their faces.