First there were two,
But somehow that ended up as three.
Four became six all to soon,
too many to count you should have just stuck to me.

Quite frankly I'm surprised
you've made it out;
with no ***'s or STD's having made you their prize
it's very odd no doubt.

Jagged shrapnel protrudes from my bleeding heart;
each fragment representing
a word
thought
or even a look,
they have left their mark.
Little by little the piercing metal
eliminates my existance.

The agony runs deep within my veins;
my fingernails bear down against my frozen flesh,
still I feel no pain.
I am at the stage of despair that nothing matters,
nothing feels.
I just roam from one side of this stoney prison to another,
my mind disappearing farther and farther.
I am dead without dying,
alive but no longer living.

A valuable lesson has been learned today
the conclusion made clear,
Love is a myth and this is what I say
this is what is truth and listen to what I say here!
Men use women feeding us pretty lies,
and once they're appetite is filled
they're hunger satisfied;
They feed us to the beasts our bodies broken and our blood spilt.
We are the unwanted scraps
the forgotten and damaged,
But I'm tired of keeping these thoughts we all have under wraps
And if I offend you dear liars, you'll just have to manage.

Smoke blacken sky
flames rise from the anguish,
her hands soaked in crimson dye
a trail of the shattered corpse she's vanquished.
The inferno consumes,
swallowing her whole.
Taking  the life that once charmed and yet confused,
Death becomes her; and her firey soul.

Just open your eyes,
open them and see.
My fire is intensifying,
the flames are rising.
Watch your ashes fly,
watch as they flutter all around me.
You thought you were the only one who could do the burning,
dead wrong
It's my turn now; and your anguish is just the beginning.

Perspiration drips from ivory fingers,
The sounds of passion clouding her thoughts deep within.
Upon this forbidden plane she'll not linger,
From Aphrodite's arm she descends.
Hearts no longer racing,
The Wolves are long gone.
Neither regrets nor contemplating,
It is time to carry on.
A purse pregnant with gold,
Body wrapped in Crimson.
Hence forth into the world so cold,
Another Lover waits with anticipation.