My heart left my body,
As the axe of anger,
A tool brandished blood red,
Did cut off my head!
It was placed on a table with
writer's ink and paper.
A heartless head
ready to make
hurtful verses.
Words flowed from a place
My heart no longer dwelled.
The axeman tore out my heart with
a ***** fist,
Chucked it onto the stone.
My swollen eyes glanced at the
****** ***** -
Bleeding to death on the floor,
Hearty blood that echoed your name.
Without Heart,
I created words of revenge.
The dark creating spiteful spoken lyrics
Into spiteful words
on paper heading for you.
It had an evil style.
A mocking tone.
My mouth and the floating pen cried-
**** YOU!
While my torn heart raged at its
absurdity.
It was too late.
I was executed as heartless.
Lying near death.
Gentle hands wipe my tears.
A sewer's stich patching up
my mutations.
I am frozen,
Alone in the dark.
A just punishment.
I realise now, the black ink
Was as black as evil itself.
My souless state has turned
Love into Hate.
It has ruined me.
I want to tear out the stitches.
Show the whole world my ******
up mutations!!
I deserve to die.
For I would rather be dead
Than have lost your love.
The loss I caused with my body
that was
without heart.....
**** myself.
I truly did.
I wish I could undo time.
But I am only human.
One who does not fight to keep her heart.
Her soul.
Her memories.
One who turns anger into words.
Words into the end.
Fini
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
My heart left my body,
As the axe of anger,
A tool brandished blood red,
Did cut off my head!
It was placed on a table with
writer's ink and paper.
A heartless head
ready to make
hurtful verses.
Words flowed from a place
My heart no longer dwelled.
The axeman tore out my heart with
a ***** fist,
Chucked it onto the stone.
My swollen eyes glanced at the
****** ***** -
Bleeding to death on the floor,
Hearty blood that echoed your name.
Without Heart,
I created words of revenge.
The dark creating spiteful spoken lyrics
Into spiteful words
on paper heading for you.
It had an evil style.
A mocking tone.
My mouth and the floating pen cried-
**** YOU!
While my torn heart raged at its
absurdity.
It was too late.
I was executed as heartless.
Lying near death.
Gentle hands wipe my tears.
A sewer's stich patching up
my mutations.
I am frozen,
Alone in the dark.
A just punishment.
I realise now, the black ink
Was as black as evil itself.
My souless state has turned
Love into Hate.
It has ruined me.
I want to tear out the stitches.
Show the whole world my ******
up mutations!!
I deserve to die.
For I would rather be dead
Than have lost your love.
The loss I caused with my body
that was
without heart.....
**** myself.
I truly did.
I wish I could undo time.
But I am only human.
One who does not fight to keep her heart.
Her soul.
Her memories.
One who turns anger into words.
Words into the end.
Fini
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