It’s dimming,
Like the morning star
Sweet but weak
Beautiful but fading
It was strong and deep
It was heavy and fast,
Real and honest
True love.
Time happened
Strong and deep,
Became weak and shallow
Light and slow
Fake and false
A lie.
And now this is what is left
Of the once great love,
A carcass of falsehood
An abyss of nothingness.
T. Titoh
Dark poetry 