Darling, I lost my sweetness to your words of poison. How did we become to be? Is it you that has been searching for me? Or is it I that has been searching for you? We tried our hands at this deck; you the King and me your Queen. But the cards have changed, and I'm afraid I'm not yours to keep. You became the Joker as I became the number two. What a unpleasant pair we are in this world of grim. You dug yourself a grave and took me along with you for safe keepings. I felt safe and secure, like nothing could ever harm me--not even you. You taught me how to dance with my demons, and told me that life is a lie. I had the heart then to believe you as I never believed you to be the prince of lies. Bottle to the lips, you were happy. Smoke to the lungs, you were lonely. Did I ever tell you, darling? Hell never looked so beautiful with those roses you painted black. I wish I would've known then that those black roses were for me. Useless, scared, empty, why have I become these things? Ahh, the pleasure of these tears tells me my heart still beats, but it doesn't beat no more for you. Can I dig myself out this grave?
( Written for Writing Prompt 207: 'Write a poem using these three words: poison, grim, and grave. )