#WritcoPoemPrompt2

In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
A vicious circle, Devil's machine working day and night,
Eating away my mind and leaving behind heart-wrenching plight.
I often woke up depressed and frustrated.
A prisoner to my own self, feasting upon our memories in silver cages.
The shackles made of our dead love ate away my rotting flesh,
Inch by inch, snipping upon my skin, sucking on to the remanents of my soul, spitting away the...