There's a hole in my chest,
just between right and left,
the spot where my heart used to belong.

It once caused me pain,
But never again,
For I've torn it right from my breast.

I tried to drown it in the bathtub,
I watched it Burn upon the stove,
I baked it till it blackened,
But still it moaned and groaned.
So I wrapped it in my hopes and dreams,
and buried it, deep in my soul.

I threw it in an endless pit,
That lies between my dreams and nightmares,
Deep inside the dark abyss,
That I once called my soul.

A shimmering pool of swirling thoughts,
in a garden full of blackened spots,
beside the grave of an innocent child,
is where my love has gone to die.

Go ahead find it, if you can.
Dig it out of my broken innocence,
tear it from my shattered dreams,
Pluck it from my abandoned hopes,
And bring it back to the light.

Listen to it's silent screams,
hear it whimper in agony,
as it remembers what life was like,
when love cast it aside to die.
It never stops,
not until cerulean drops,
are falling from emerald eyes.

But even now,
It calls out again,
Begging for more,
Begging to be hurt and maimed,
It cares not for it's holder,
It listens not to my pleas.
It only screams,
a silent chorus,
Love me,
Love me please.