Alone

Cobwebs creep along the walls.

Dust clinging to a body left to rot.

Decaying.

Decrepit.

A multitude of vines.

Thorns.

Kudzu eating all souls, who try to step past the threshold of my despair. Leave me amongst the ruins, created of selfish idolatry. A heart that latches on to anything resembling love.

Famished.

Starved.

Tell me those sweet, pathetic lies to keep me hanging on like a goddamn leech!

I can’t live without your affection.

Parasite.

Host.

Vampire.

Victim.

Eventually one of us will be bled dry.

Then the cycle repeats.

Again.

Again.

The same poisoned, hopeless

romanticism.