The worse pain
One can feel
Is ripping the heart
From the one you love.
And crying.
Crying.
Just crying.
(How can there be so many tears?)
As their blood
(The blood you love)
(The blood you would exchange
One speck of
For oceans upon oceans
Of your own)
—Your blood—
Dribbles down your chin,
Dripping and dropping into the abyss
You have created.
You are the monster
Both of, and by,
Your own design.
Hell welcomes you as one of their own.
But you're getting away lightly.
What must their pain be?
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
The worse pain
One can feel
Is ripping the heart
From the one you love.
And crying.
Crying.
Just crying.
(How can there be so many tears?)
As their blood
(The blood you love)
(The blood you would exchange
One speck of
For oceans upon oceans
Of your own)
—Your blood—
Dribbles down your chin,
Dripping and dropping into the abyss
You have created.
You are the monster
Both of, and by,
Your own design.
Hell welcomes you as one of their own.
But you're getting away lightly.
What must their pain be?
