Strangle Hold

All is empty,
A lack of love
Has left a gash inside
My stomach,
So deep it’s invisible
At first glance,
Aching, hurting, crippling
My mind,
It’s weaving through
The veins inside me,
Spreading rapidly toward
My black heart incased
With glass,
It spreads deep like a cancer,
And mutates into
Something worse
Than death itself,
Underneath this morbid
Influence I’m overshadowed,
Then slowly changed to dust,
The monster I thought
I’d caged,
Now has me,
In a stranglehold

BY: Marshall Klosterman