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Jan 2010
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-

*******!

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.



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Victoria Reese
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