consumed

what have you wrought?
a miasma of blackness as perceptions twist.
once we savored bliss,
wide-eyed and glad-hearted,
but your thirst soured.
a clouded morass of agony -
tears follow night, follow blood,
love burnt to ashes.
in a burst of vengeance,
i condemn you.

Oh, Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator - you are a thing of beauty.