There is nothing at the end of the rope.
Only darkness below the smell of rising disgust.
Impassively lingering in the cheap caricature of the comical impasse.
Big words yield big emotions.

The wine launders tilted sinuses with spurious empathy
While distractions become anxious attractions.
Dull is the blade that slits the wrong end of the vein.

Trying to try is commendable by failure and loathing.
Living in denial will bear sweeter fruits…. Still,

A broken man’s death is something to forget.

Fervently burning under a silken sky
weary souls become forgotten ghosts
wrought by the echoes of a dying sunset
belonging nevermore to a mortal world

where demons writhe behind invisible doors
licking the floors, dreaming of gore
from twisted tongues, their words whip
not spoken or whispered but weak and murmured

lo! a name is painted, in the shades of dusk
in purple and ebony, unreadable - Lenore
she who fancies nights within cold chambers
stoking hearts of men as though they were embers

writing volumes of sins they confess,
and every treacherous lie they profess
turned the sky bleak today
all the ghosts have gone away.

Standing there
With a mute stare
Amazed by you
Paralyzed by you
I became a speechless poet
No free-flowing words to inhibit
Stuck in redundant phrases
Running around in silent mazes

My bright poetry is suddenly evanescent
How did you freeze my precious talent?
My fancy lies
and my sincere confessions
My angry cries
and my serene discretions

My skill dies
distorted by your presence
As my voice tries
hardly a single expression
Then my brain denies
your acute aggression
As my fixed eyes
scream my inner passion

Then you left.

You left
But I stayed there
With my mute stare
Speechless because of you
Brainless because of you
My stupidity crystal clear
My creativity in denial
And you left me here
wishing you stayed near
Suffering from your withdrawal

~Epic Monkey