I've died a thousand cruel deaths

at the mercy of your heart



**** me softly,

**** me with thunder

hollow me out

or let me waste away.



**** me with

that forked tounge,

Those piercing eyes,

and lump of ice in your chest.



You take my vanity,

You steal my warmth

and tear my sanity.



Go ahead

**** the rest

what does it matter?



You've proved a thousand times

I am unworthy of your best.



Pain is mandatory

more deaths and reserections

to come.



Yet, hope against hope

I still wish I could find

your ****-switch.