Obsession For Confrontation..!!!

I succumb to this pain,

All my resistance lie like trash and in vain.

Deceived by those eyes of a swan,

Convinced into entering the world so forlorn.

She was a misfit,

I played my gambit.

I balked from my impulsive temptation,

But she was adamant for a final confrontation...!!!

Wicked tears streamed down her glistening face,

Her utterance wore no lace.

She fought like a witch in a barbaric way,

Uncivilised,

She screamed like a lamb just before the slaughter took place.

She was a curse,

Doomed I was to follow her verse.

She was sick,

Doomed i was to fall for her trick.

Inflicted by her moaning,

Repulsed by her ugly frowning,

I looked up to her,

That mean cur.

The face that once was my life,

The girl that is now my wife.

A sudden rush, a maddening moment,

The mirror on the black wall, a victim of my torment.

Broken,tainted pieces of glass hung from the surface,

In which I see her red,treacherous eyes spiralled like a maze.

Pieces of mirror, so synonym to our relation,

Let me get o'er this nightmarish fixation.

 I think of that unholy time,

When the dark nails of fate pierced my flesh,

I was in my prime,

And we both entered this mess.

Tempted I am to put a nail on this coffin of a relation,

But illusions of love barricade my vision.

Today,

With so much of hate seeped in here,

I ask myself,

Was Love Even There...????