Dark Side Of A Soul

Can hear

Your Siren's call

As it lures me.

Like a moth

Attracted to

A bright light.

Towards

My own doom.

Drunken

Upon your pheromones

I glide forth

At your beck

And call.

Oblivious

To the world

Around me

As I follow

Your scent.

Spinning me

Around

In your webs

Of deceit.

 

Moving

Ever deeper

Losing myself

In your spell.

Until

Nothing remains

But my broken soul.

Upon

Your sacrificial altar

Of discarded lovers

And jilted spouses.

Being offered

To your super ego

As trophies.

Author's Note

Used to know, this type of personality, during my university days, at Carleton University. Luckily, I never became one of his trophies, to hang, upon his ego's bedroom walls.

Reviews

[Angad Waraich]

Love does that to us but in the end it also brings out the best in us.
Well done.

Thank you.
Angad

[therisa]

Thank you, Angad, for your kind review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad you are not on his shelf....

but yes, moths are attracted to what can burn them...so are humans.
love is a strong entity, and often we do become its sacrificial lambs.

jacob

[therisa]

So, am I., Jacob, but I had to clean up, some of his garbage, for him. In breaking the heart of a young woman, he was dating, at the time. I felt lower than a Death Valley worm doing so.