Welcome back to the cemetery, my lovelies! Your deliciously dark Twisted Libra has a tasty new goody for you. Recently, the muse appeared from the shadowy depths of chronic depression and dragged me down into a poetic articulation of emotion. I present it to you now in all its raw glory. Bon Appetit.
You watch me struggle violently
As I sink beneath the waves
Never actually offering up
The rescue that I crave.
You promised to be a beacon
But the flame has long gone dark.
I drown in a tenebrous abyss
As my reality falls apart.
Two into one, a tumultuous thing
When jealousy comes to call.
Every step up I have taken
You seemed hopeful I would fall.
How does love ever equate
To loneliness and sorrow?
The future is no longer bright
I fear what comes tomorrow.
©2025 by Twisted Libra
Don’t worry. I’m fine. We all know I get dark sometimes. This is how I cope. By pouring the melancholy onto the page. It’s cathartic for me. It’s why you love me so much.
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