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.
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