All but rot and decay

All poets will write a love-themed poem sooner or later. I doomed myself to the former.

All but rot and decay

All is wasted away.

My sanctum of isolation

Your smile, your complexion.

A waterfall of downfall

Hinted by reclusive eyes

Putrefaction’s bluest skies.

All but rot and decay

Should it all end today

So it echoes yesterday?

Reviews

[Lox]

I can picture the darkness in this poem, but if I may ask, are you ok? Aren't you too depressed? Or do you make use of that depression to make such dark poems? Well done btw. keep it up!

[Revan Pronghorn]

Is it really that dark? I wrote it while listening to a song, so that might've influenced it a lot.
And no, I'm sure I'm fine. I'm not that depressed usually. Thanks for the review by the way, I'm glad you reciprocated.

[Lox]

What song was it haha