As Though you are gone
I can’t help but be drawn
My heart flutters deep
While my body you keep
The blood flows out
But I shan’t pout
The way I feel about you shall not Perish
It shall only be cherish
For thy love for you only grows
More than those i know
The stab wound in my heart
As I watch you take me apart
The last thing I see is my husband The one i love
Of all above
The bite you take in me
You shout with glee
“Mine oh mine~! My love of thee!”
My spirit for him must be
He continues to shout with much glee
“My love of thee! My love of thee!”
I lay there, in his hands, eaten. Can this be?
Eaten alive dead in hand
A strand of my hair fell on my face,
This is my last place
All day he screams as this must clearly be
“My love of thee, my love of thee!” with so much glee