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.
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