despair (r)

I realize now that I’m having an affair
She has no great body or beautiful hair
This companion’s attentions are more bitter than sweet
And much more poisonous than any other you’ll meet
This is not some boxum beauty most fair
I’m involved with the demon of despair
She’s a black mistress that will give you a fright
A constant companion cold day and black night
Despair is a lover with a cold embrace
A loving body of desolation and waste
A taste you come to crave again and again
Holds on tight and warm but she’s icy within
You cling to her comfort while she sucks out your life
Gives birth to loss and death like some evil midwife:
Despair is a shiny needle with glittering poison inside
Injects rotting addiction right through the toughest of hides
We huddle happily around the fat mewling beast
Willingly we stick in and draw out our intoxicating feast:
Despair is the nurse that swabs the injection site
Of the condemned man being executed tonight
Just to prevent bringing an infection to hell?
Don’t want to ruin that sweet brimstone smell!
Despair is a wet blanket with the stench of wild mold
The one you find in the prison built to hold
You and despair as condemned newlyweds
Black bloody dress and a starry crown on her head
Whatever we try to escape her sticky embrace
She only grips us tighter and closer face to face:
Despair is a muddy pit full of holocaust dead
The bone thin limbs and clean shaven heads
Fall inside and the bodies move just like water
Struggle or swim and you just sink farther
Scramble to reach and grab the slippery ledge
As you sink and die you’ve lost your sanity’s edge:
This is what my dark mistress offers for you
And the fear in your gut is chillingly true
Dancing around with this frosty silver-eyed devil
It won’t be long till you’ve lost your sense of whats level;
But worst of all this lover will ever share
You are never the only one caught in her snare
You’ll never be alone on this road to hell
Cause despair knows the path all too well
All the time hugging you with warmth and icy cold
She doesn’t even leave at death, or so I am told
I wouldn’t know, I’m in too deep to flee
There’s only one dark road open for me
Too deep to dig out or escape from this snare
Then again maybe that’s the whispers of despair.
Sinn©2009

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2009, despair, poem, poetry and revised