The gift of love,
Is encaged,
In your heart.
Its sister,
Sits as a songbird,
Tweeting with my
Heartbeat.
No matter to the future.
To what distances our
Bodies doth grow.
They will sing in our hearts
Eternally.

My heart left my body,

As the axe of anger,

A tool brandished blood red,

Did cut off my head!

It was placed on a table with

writer's ink and paper.

A heartless head

ready to make

hurtful verses.



Words flowed from a place

My heart no longer dwelled.

The axeman tore out my heart with

a ***** fist,

Chucked it onto the stone.

My swollen eyes glanced at the

****** ***** -

Bleeding to death on the floor,

Hearty blood that echoed your name.



Without Heart,

I created words of revenge.

The dark creating spiteful spoken lyrics

Into spiteful words

on paper heading for you.

It had an evil style.

A mocking tone.

My mouth and the floating pen cried-

*******!

While my torn heart raged at its

absurdity.



It was too late.

I was executed as heartless.



Lying near death.

Gentle hands wipe my tears.

A sewer's stich patching up

my mutations.

I am frozen,

Alone in the dark.

A just punishment.

I realise now, the black ink

Was as black as evil itself.

My souless state has turned

Love into Hate.

It has ruined me.



I want to tear out the stitches.

Show the whole world my ******

up mutations!!

I deserve to die.

For I would rather be dead

Than have lost your love.

The loss I caused with my body

that was

without heart.....



**** myself.

I truly did.

I wish I could undo time.

But I am only human.

One who does not fight to keep her heart.

Her soul.

Her memories.

One who turns anger into words.

Words into the end.



Fini

**** me.
Oh..yes...you..did!
****** me in a bed.
One woven of lies.
Riding me in a handsome mask,
all the while it was the toad
that sprayed me with its slime.

You held my throat,
Made me swallow all the deceit.
Suffocated me with what you called
- devotion.
Caresses hiding violent wishes.
Beating me.
******* me.
For batter or worse.
All you got was the ***** of
- I love you *******.

I want to cut the mask from your head - toad.
Tear the skin from your skull.
You are the phantom of 'love'.
Staining me with your *****.

Well, now only your ugly heart
is the only part of you that will
make me choke..

The love you give me.
Your passionate looks I see.
Our bodies entwined.
The kisses,
The moans,
The whispers of lust.
The promises of the future....
False.

How can I make you love me again?

Is it like that time when I first cooked you dinner?
And I spoilt the custard.
I sifted it and you tried to stir it.
I added more vanilla, cream, sugar.
It still tasted burnt.
Is that what has happened?
Are we burnt out?

You say we need to stop fighting.
I say we need to stop fighting this.
We discovered something so delicious, so
Pleasurable, and so....good.
But Love is poison.

I am poison. A black widow,
prepared to take out revenge on
all the **** that man has given me.
I am a wave of anger with no
thought to who stands in my way.
Even you.

I will drive a bullet into my heart
and into yours.
The hearts that are mine.

So will you love me again?

The creator of spilt tears?
Spilt blood?
And spoiled custard?  

Don't speak, be mute.
I know.

A conflict with only one soldier
Wearing no armour but
Stripped down and defenceless.
Carrying a sword only intended for one.
A lone soldier
A lone in conflict.

You bear a silver whole,
Opening to a new world of
Scarlets, purples and
Deep royal Blue.
It covers us,
Leads us into temptation,
****** into
You, I throw upon
As I peer into the
Silver and turned
My jagged sword.
It swallowed up all the
Darkness,
The sun appeared -
Rainbows.
Scarlets, purples and
Deep royal blues.
A silver heart to a silver
sword.
Magic..

I am stuck,
Trapped in freedom,
I want no other world
Whether it be of
Diamonds or rubies or pearls.
I have your colours,
Your life.
A sword guilded in
Silver stone that
Medusa encaged.
I do not have the strength
of King Arthur,
And even if I did,
I would let my muscles
Rot than pull away
My precious sword, I
Want it only as an
Exhibition of
My love.
This is my world now,
Whether it be full of
War, Injury or
Death.
It is our land,
It is us.