The Time has come for Sacrifice.
High and wasted on the night's fumes,
The ****** gives her heart,
letting it bleed.
Drip.
     Drop.
          Silence.
Now, she lies there, sleep deprived,
the Early Morning Sunlight
streaming through
the cracked window panes.
The broken heart makes no more
signs
     of
          Life:
NUMB.
Crushed and Ground into stained red dust
by the pressure of
welling tears.

Her eyes, open, seem VACANT;
once shining bright and dark
are
now Dull.
The sheets of the bed
spread out
in Waves
     and
          Ripples
beneath her,
disturbed.