Evils Of Love Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Drain the harmony
Of what is false in essence
Effervescent abnormality
In the twisting of love
A drug so strong
Prescribed by delusional madness
Creatures of bloody transgressions
Only to wish upon a life from up above

Hidden upon the graves
In a cavern below their coffins
Two lovers stuck within
The doubt that stands in their way

Till death the said
Then death came a knocking
Shoved itself in
And said, dearly misinformed
We are gathered here to teach you a lesson

Evil they then became
Striving to live death outside of the grave
But as long as the deceit of love holds them
They remain helpless, Hopeless slaves

Drained of harmony
Fake smiles of blackened grief
Strung out on misery
Giving each other eternal company
For they live death
From the curse of love’s own karma

This marriage by death
Eternal in suffrage
Gives lessons to those
Who take love in shallow breathes
As the grave keeps them imprisoned
For only worshipping flesh

Souls sold to the lowest bidder
Too late to escape
Ignored the Angels of truth
Only to feed their demons within
Taking reality with them
In a land so cold of regret

Death was the one who played them
They were oblivious to life as a whole
With Death’s scythe he bloodied up their final curtain
Made their certainty uncertain

They once coveted each other’s flesh
Now their souls they only have
Being ripped by reality’s vengeance
Only to be shunned from up above

Sadly even today,
They both think they are still in love

Denial is such a foul retched thing
In the sewage of six feet under suffrage
They are residuals of pathetic endeavours
Haunting those who wish
Wish for that for which they could never truly have
Love

There is no rest in their own peace
For their denial is gigantic
Bigger than anything ever seen before

In their own cavern of oblivion
They are imprisoned by their own falsehoods of love

Has this curse been released?
A phantom of deceit
Opening the floodgates
Like there is or will never be a tomorrow

Welcome to the Evils of Love