Love Is A Killer

You came, you saw, you conquered; you said I was the only one

Should have trusted in my basic instincts, left well enough alone

Wasn’t long before I was addicted,

you became my drug of choice

A habit of intense emotion wreaking havoc;

misery’s darkened voice

Love is a killer

The outer trappings of my life portrayed as sheer perfection,

because the universe at large sees nothing wrong

with cheap affection

Grand illusions sparkling off the gaudy baubles it admires,

My inner vision fades

to appalling black-hole quagmires

Love is a killer

I wake each day to loneliness, thick curtains drawn to shield the sun

Sharpened claws which bear no shame,

summer dressing come undone

Exposure’s proof traumatic,

feels much colder than the frosty rime

of late November autumn, living past its prime

Love is a killer

Your heart’s a pointed dagger poised above my head

One final thrust and I begin to stagger,

a different path that I must tread

My flesh a rotting corpse, Azriel rips my soul for prey

Builds a mausoleum chamber of eternal nothingness

that echoes death’s decay

Your love was the killer

by Nancy Pawley