Death By Heart

In one waking moment, faking loves infant pride, My heart died. I tried to rekindle my punctured sole. I begged the release till every ache ripped a stake through My softened chest for the kill. The blood spill took every shrill of dignity left In my cold head being blissfully fed with ruminants To treacherous lies being said. Mercy plagued the red stained Sheet, in pained vagued willing deceit. I yet feel Pressured through my scaling skin. Where has been, but with her in my heart den of sorrowful Hunting men. The luscious myth of the heart can bring Tearful hollow, moments tearing shuddering parts into Dark death to follow. We lurk into dreadful shadows where our mournful hark blades Our lifeless body till hearts wonders beating fades. Air caught in our Thoughts thrushing and basting brings disgusting tastes in pleasuring Depleading rings. There will be no remains only imbedded memory stains after Scorching fires burn heartfelt desires. Blast an ending, weep Killing whom have ever richly felt so deeply.