The knife cuts so deeply into your skin,
so silently is seeps into your arm,
like the words you sold to me in my sin,
but I'm the one you want to harm.
This saw blade buzzes on your arms and legs,
violently ripping them apart so graciously,
like when you used to pull mine in your begs,
so now you get your own medicine only more tenaciously.
I take these tweezers and so gently pluck out your eyes,
and all I can hear are your lying screams,
"Oh don't hurt me, they weren't lies!,
it is just a coincidence that they line up with the seams!"
I am getting weary of your voice,
once felt good to hear so I will just sew it up shut,
you can only cry now but that is just your choice,
like you "always did" like a little slut.
I want you to digest my voice and hear it in pain,
this was the only time I could let you know it,
I will just rip your stomach open and let it breathe while you are still sane,
hold on though because I am not just done with you yet.
Finally and lastly with hatred seeping from my skin,
I take this scalpel and carve out your heart,
don't worry Christian for I have already repent for this sin,
and these last words just seemed so smart:
"I love you, but remember my darling,
you said your heart was mine,
you told me no matter your snarling,
your heart was forever mine."