Free Writing at Midnight

How arrant with infatuation

To one whom abhorrently loathes

my desolate soul.

To waken in darkness,

Tormented by the enigma

of loyalty and heart ache.

the reminders of my past,

lacerate and bombard my heart,

destroyed as to be

unrecognizable.

Healing twisted and rotten,

metastasizing into

a malevolent entity.

To welcome sleep,

The tantalizingly sweet mockery

of death

is sought after relief.

Alas my mind refuses to halt.