Yayyyyyyy a Contest

The Contest for my Heart Ah yes, a one time event Black widows, black roses, red blood flows Capture my heart With your affections or the carving knife Cut and bleed me as you wish Shower me with your passions I shall drink to the butchers dream Of dinner severed for two Or me served on a plate to you The table clothe is romantically red Our love affair left me ending up dead On my tomb the flowers bloom The epitaph cryptic under the moon Here lies a man without a heart I had the candle I had the wine She had the bitchers knife She committed the crime I may be buried in the cemetery of the forgotten However my heart remains ice cold After all It’s still in her fridge