You seized my heart, entombed it deep,
Within your chest, where shadows creep.
Forgive its weakness, let it die,
A trembling wretch beneath your eye.
A furious whisper, venomous tone,
Your careful words, a chilling moan.
I curse you for the love unchained,
For passion wild, now blood-stained.
That sweet nothing, now decayed,
Will drag us down, in darkness laid.
Into the void, a captive's hell,
Where silence screams, and demons dwell.
Confession chokes upon my tongue,
Words rot, like corpses hung.
That sweet nothing, once my world,
Now lies in ruins, its truth unfurled.
In nightmares, I see your face,
A haunting grin, a cold embrace.
The echoes of our twisted pact,
Resound in chambers, pitch and black.
Yet from this tomb, a hunger grows,
A thirst for pain that only knows.
For even in this cursed domain,
The ghost of love shall rise again.
10.5.2025
Sweet Nothing
© Copyright: Серж Блэйк, 2025
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