A New Home

A love poem for some one I lost.

My New Home


I awaken to the smell of my rotten flesh,
The taste of dirt upon my lips
And a fiery blaze in my eyes.
I know that I am home.

A home free for you twisted words
Their hidden meaning
That dance upon my tormented soul.
Free from the memory of
Your golden locks,
Hazel hues and
Polished lips
That adorns your velvet skin.

The agonizing memories of our love
Lay at me feet shattered by the hatred I have for you,
My darling.
No longer will you break my heart, shatter my soul, and
Drive me insane.

I have found my new home in HELL.
A place where I now sit up a throne of shattered memories
Of those before.
And now I beckon you to, if you dare, come and dance with my mistress,
With her rotten corpse that is concealed under a grown of shattered hopes and dreams of loves death.


Good night my darling and
Rot in Hell.