Death Deserved

by Andrè Pietroschek
(Germany)

What have you wrought?
an eldritch, shadowy rapture of betrayal,
as perceptions writhe.

Once we drank of bliss,
untainted and idealist,
but your desire contaminated,
our once ideal darkly passion!

Now drops of blood follow darkness,
follow bitterness,
Love violated.

In a storm of vengeance,
one snap of your neck,
I rejected you forever.

© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

Author note:

My Gothic Poetry: Right now a mere newbie restart, and certainly NOT a work of advanced occultism. Much more an accrediting of once appreciated, individual women I met in that routine-dominated real life ‘our’ society prefers in comparison to subcultures and underground identities…